So Jesse Jackson. Pretty awful (also, unbelievably stupid), and offensive on so many levels. But language-wise? We’re pretty sure six-year-olds in Kansas have heard worse on school playground. However, on the off chance this is not the case we’re fortunate enough to have The New York Times here to save us from the vulgarity of hot mics everywhere! Over at The Atlantic Jeffrey Goldberg is highlighting the newspaper of record’s refusal to subject its readers to the word “nuts.” Maybe they’re worried it will will curve our spine, grow hair on our hands maybe, even bring us…peace without honor, or a bourbon. Nuts! Our virgin ears! But seriously, they publish Bill Kristol for God’s sake, how can “nuts” even compete the twice-weekly offense of that?
For those of you keeping count this is the second time in recent weeks that the Times has been taken to task for its choice of words. Last month CJR pointed out the paper’s apparent aversion to addressing rappers by their stage names. But back to nuts, Those are the ones that will curve your spine, grow hair on your hands maybe, even bring us, God help us, peace without honor um, and a bourbon.