To quote Billy Bragg, “if you’ve got a blacklist, I want to be on it.
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I wonder if any on the list ever shot a hunting partner.

At the university where I taught last year, we did not have disabled students. Ours were physically challenged. Nor did we have foreign students; ours were international students. I once referred a student as a sophomore, but was chastised by a colleague who told me the student was a second year student ... because sophomoric had become a pejorative term. An even graver mistake was when I referred to an Asian student as an oriental student. I’ll never do that again.

My son, who plays baseball, has asked me to tell my friends he is an altitude-challenged-stop, and he reminded me that being a second baseman or, God forbid, a third baseman is not a demotion in rank from being a first baseman. And then my daughter told me I should be saying first baseperson, etc.

So you can see, all of this evolution of language is difficult for a politically correct senior citizen like I to fathom ... let alone stay abreast (ouch, may I say that?) of.