Political correctness?


Why do people brag about being “politically incorrect”?  I heard it this morning in a bluegrass song.  Now I know that typically country and bluegrass skew to a certain demographic and a bluegrass collaboration with Travis Tritt, even more so, but this lyric struck me:

I’m a little rough around the edges
I didn’t come out of no GQ magazine
I don’t use a lot of big words
But I’m bent on love if you know what I mean
I ain’t in’trested in bein’ politically correct
I stand right up and say what I believe

I really don’t understand this stance.  Sure, maybe I’m not the target market because I kind of like it when my husband uses big words, but I can relate to not being into the “GQ” type.  What I mean is, I like people a little rough around the edges but, in my opinion, being politically correct just means being able to make statements about someone without the need to use prejorative terms.  Why does it feel so “restrictive” to be politically correct?  To me, it’s common decency. 

I’m sure I’ve not always said the perfect thing, but in general, I do actively try to NOT insult others.  Even if I disagree with someone, using demeaning or offensive language does nothing to help persuade my point or have an active discussion.  I just think there is a way to “stand right up and say what I believe” without losing the ability to be hurtful and disrespectful.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Eric Lykins says:

    Our culture supports systematic and disciplined inquiry better than just about any other in history, but even so there is a great deal of hostility toward it by people who feel their values threatened, see it as a waste of time that could be better devoted to more immediate goals, or resent the status and power it carries.

  2. sam says:

    I think too many people insist on being recognized in a certain way or as part of a certain group or class. It’s as if the country really is split into red or blue with no room or acceptance of a much vaster middle ground in which we all really would find ourselves were we to be honest about it.

    We’re too often too busy looking at what separates us, and sentiments like the above are only pushing us further toward that.

    At the same time, a lot of people probably see the country/world progressing and moving forward and they are stuck still remembering when this was all farms.

  3. ckmarler says:

    I kinda get what you’re saying. You can’t really say “I’m on this side” or that one anymore, because it’s much blurrier than that. But I don’t really see people “insisting” on being recognized in any way. That’s not how I see political correctness being used. And I felt like in this song, the speaker is bragging that they won’t take respect into consideration, and I find that sort of blatant disrespect more troubling than if someone were, in fact, asking to be recognized a certain way. I will now demand to be recognized as an American princess. 😉

    But I do have to mention this new Brad Paisley song. Here are the lyrics:

    Welcome to the Future
    When I was ten years old
    I remember thinking how cool it would be
    When we were goin on an eight hour drive
    If I could just watch T.V.
    And I’da give anything
    To have my own packman game at home
    I use to have to get a ride down to the arcade
    Now I’ve got it on my phone

    Hey, Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
    Welcome to the future

    My Grandpa was in World War 2
    He faught against the Japanese
    He wrote a hundred letters to my Grandma
    Mailed them from his base in the Phillipines
    I wish they could see this now
    Will they say it’s changed a note
    Cause I was on a video chat this morning
    With a company in Tokyo

    Hey, everyday’s a revolution
    Welcome to the future
    Hey, look around it’s all so clear
    Hey, wherever we were goin, well we’re here
    Hey, so many things I never thought I’d see
    Happening right in front of me

    I had a friend in school
    Running back of the football team
    They burned a cross in his front yard
    For asking out the Homecoming Queen
    I thought about him today
    And everybody who seen what he seen
    From a woman on a bus
    To a man with a dream

    Hey, wake up Martin Luther
    Hey, Glory, Glory, Hallelujah
    Welcome to the future

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