What’s wrong with it, exactly.
A bit like calling someone “fat,” isn’t it.
Or gay. Or a gypsy.
It is the inner life of adjectives.
It is the dark ground
Against which elegance shines.
The wrong zipcode.The wrong skin.
People make it and people claim to like it.
“Life-giving vulgarity”Said one who knew.
Oh the ones who know.
They write essays on subjects like this and the rest of us nod.
-By Jordan Davis