You and I run in different circles and have different life experiences. So in all seriousness, do you have examples to share where political correctness has impeded your ability or need to speak the truth to someone?
Yes, we have drastically different life experiences. Too many incidents and politicized issues to count across the different countries, environments/cultures, roles and companies I've worked in. Plenty of examples, though naming any wouldn't exactly be professional behavior. I've grown tired of the political games people like to play and be busybodies about so they can pretend to have a raison d'etre. I don't play those games unless necessary, and rather enjoy a nice cold beer instead.
Being politically incorrect isn't exactly professional either. So you cannot enlighten us one bit? Just trying to get a handle on your perspective.
The thing about political correctness is that it doesn't really exist. It's a strawman, and a windmill to tilt at. It stands for whatever liberal ideal a given person doesn't like. But the thing about liberal ideals is mostly they're about not being an asshole. They're about things like how you don't get to define someone else's sexuality for them, or how you don't get to choose what someone's gender identity or expression should be, or how you don't get to dictate what is or is not appropriate for a man or woman or trans person or cis person or gay person or straight person or black person or white person to like/do. Or how it's not really your place to decide for another group of people what they should or can find offensive and how you should or can be sensitive or insensitive to that. So mostly when someone says something like "being politically correct is too much trouble" I generally parse that as "not being an asshole is too much trouble." And that, in my experience, renders a fairly accurate description of that person's general character. But of course, this is only my limited experience, so results may vary.
While in most cases I'd agree with you, we'll have to agree to disagree on whether it's blanket unprofessional. Sorry I can't help, however. I mean, sure, that's one way to look at it. From my perspective, the issue isn't with being respectful towards people and their individual circumstances, but rather mostly an issue with how specific ideals shape the local environment and how one has to constantly monitor/censor themselves due to certain types making politics/race/gender their raison d'etre (as referenced earlier) in order to actively take offense at anything even slightly ambiguous by inferring intent that doesn't exist. They're not liberal ideals in the majority of cases I've come across either, so your reference point is not applicable. I would, however, be surprised to hear you're not at least familiar with the nature of 'office politics' for example. None of that takes away from the fact that I'm a massive asshole, but I do think the point remains that there's quite a bit of room between the black/white views many people take on being politically correct.
Sometimes you have to give up on people. If they refuse to be helped or help themselves, all that results is that you hurt seeing someone you care about refuse to change. Sent from my LG-H815 using Tapatalk
The recent sissy slapfight in this thread reminds me two things: why I took a long break from the Seriousness of the Internets and a formula that was discussed at a recent training conference: "Work" (typical office environment, anyway) is about 40% doing the job, 40% knowing how to cup the balls and 20% being able to properly document that you did the job while cupping the balls. If there is friction, you're either putting too much %s into doing the job instead of cupping the balls or vice versa. Balls are a sensitive thing and can instantly detect when it's too gentle or too rough.
Of course, each pair has its own standard of what is too gentle or too rough. Maybe that 20% should be documenting the ball cupping.
You sir, are so brave to grace us with your presence after your self imposed exile. To come down and sully yourself with us dirty peons is an honor that none of us can even recognize. Your pithy wit and quick turn of phrase are beyond my ken. I'd be more in awe but I'm too blind to recognize it.
Honestly, I was just checking in to see what Baraka and Martian were up to these days... But given that neither of them are here along with like 90% of the other active posters... dot dot dot. ... Pointless Advice: If a task takes less than five minutes to do and is bothering you, do it first. These usually involve clearing a workspace.
Use caution when insulting people, especially using sarcasm disguised as humor, when you don't have your friends and minions around to back you up.
I have a baby and I work a lot. Free time is not something I have a lot of right now. Nice to hear from you anyway.
I copied this joke from an earlier post of mine: Men are so easy to please... The New Husband Store A new store that sells husbands opened a couple of years ago in New York City. A store where a woman may go to choose a husband. A sign at the entrance tells how the store operates: You may visit the store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the quality of the men increases as the shopper ascends each flight of stairs. There is a description of the men on the door of each floor. There is, however, a catch: Once you enter a floor, you must choose a man from that particular floor. You may not go up a floor, or back down a floor. You must choose a husband or leave the building! So, a woman goes to The New Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs. "Good," she thinks, but knows she can do better, and heads up the stairs. The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love kids. "All right!" she thinks, but doesn't think that is enough, and walks up to the next floor. The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids, and are good looking. "Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads: Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are drop-dead good looking and help with the housework. "Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!, these men are ALMOST up to my standards." So, she heads up the stairs to the fifth floor where the sign reads: Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework, love to shop, are intelligent, and have a strong romantic streak. She is so, so, tempted to enter the door, but instead goes to the sixth floor where the sign reads: Floor 6 - You are the 8,354,627th woman to visit this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that some women are impossible to please. Please exit right, and thank you for shopping at The Husband Store. At the same time, The New Wives Store opened across the street. The first floor sign says: All the women on this floor are good looking, and love sex. The second floor sign says: All the women on this floor are good looking, love sex, and have large breasts. The third floor sign reads: All the women on this floor are good looking, love sex, have large breasts, and have just won a million dollar lottery. Thus far, the fourth through sixth floors have never been visited.