Time to go wandering around the archives.My language is being emasculated. Not since the days of H. L. Mencken and Dorothy Parker has it been considered insightful to say that nobody ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American public or that an actress runs the gamut of emotions from A to B. Now language must be soft and unoffensive. We have health centers, not hospitals; human resources, not personnel (I assume these resources are to be exploited like any other); refuse, not garbage; pre-owned, not used cars. All to soften the edges of life's little unpleasantries.
And justice centers, not jails. These come-hither advertising signs adorn the building that replaced the old St. Louis City Jail. It's annoying. I mean, who is in this place and why? Of course, justice, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. But for heaven's sake, speak plainly.
