“We`re really in a pussy generation. Everybody`s walking on eggshells.”

Clint Eastwood

Eastwood the star of Spaghetti Western flicks of the 1960`s is a straight shooter, he tells it like it is, and he doesn`t give a damn if he triggers snow flakes.

Political-correctness is a cancer that`s metastasizing, affecting every part of our culture. Filmmakers are afraid to tackle certain subjects, comics are afraid to utter certain words, painters are afraid to paint certain subjects, and everyday folks parse every word they speak in a work setting.

Eastwood is spot on: We are in a pussy generation. Take the word “pussy” for example, women are free to wear pussy hats, and to shout: Pussy Power! But if a man says “you are such a pussy,” he`d better be speaking to his cat, and not to friend or colleague who is exhibiting pussy-like behavior.

Just about the only context in which the word “pussy” is objectionable is when a man distills the essence of a woman to her vagina, and refers to her as a pussy. Witness, Trump boasting that he has a special dispensation by virtue of his power and celebrity to grab women by their pussy.

If a dude acts in a typically female manner, but all means call him a pussy.

if a man or woman (pussy is a non-gender specific word) acts in a cowardly fashion, by all means call him or her a pussy.

If a supervisor asks a subordinate to perform a menial task, by all means exclaim: Got to hell! I`m not a pussy!

If you are engaging in romantic foreplay with your wife or girlfriend, by all means declare: You`re my favorite pussy!

It`s alarming to the state which we have fallen, truly we are a pussy generation. We should replace the ultimate phallic symbol, the Washington Monument, with a statue of a pussy cat.

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