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NIPS, TEFL AND THE SCOURGE OF POLITICAL CORRECTNESS


If I had any kind of “Internet following”, or if I were a “digital influencer”, I would probably steer clear of the subject of this post for fear of a mass online lynching followed by the need to publish a flat-chested apology, but as I’m in my own little corner of the blogalaxy and I can mumble away to myself largely unnoticed - brace yourself, Sheila.

It was a frosty winter’s morning and I had just arrived in the staff room. “It’s a bit Pearl Harbour”, I quipped, a comment met by quizzical looks from my colleagues. “There’s a nip in the air!” If it didn’t exactly gain me a standing ovation, my play on words drew a number of chuckles and the odd wry smile.

But scarcely had the sound waves been emitted by my vocal chords than a tart Glaswegian (yes, those words are the right way round, though thinking about it, they could probably be reversed) snapped, “Well, that’s a bit racist!” At the time, I had neither the time nor the energy to wade into her as maybe I would have done today, so I just kept quiet and rummaged through some random papers to make it look like I was too busy with some highly streamlined lesson planning to pander to her political correctitiude.

If I had taken the time to destroy her argument and render her speechless, I would in all likelihood have countered with something along the lines of the following.

If it’s racist to call a Japanese a “nip” (from the word Nippon, Japanese for “Japan”), it’s also presumably racist to call a Briton a Brit. Not sure many would agree with that.

Secondly, at the time the word “nip” was being used, even if as a derogatory term, we were at war with Japan, and I think being called names was probably the least of anybody’s worries.

We’re increasingly living in a world where, because we’re all interconnected, you can’t comment on a pair of nice Chelsea boots without offending a coachload of drab vegans campaigning against the use of leather. Even the bloody Dalai Lama was forced into apologising recently when he quipped that, if his successor were female, he hoped she would be attractive. Cue mass hysteria, howls of derision, bony little pointing fingers, mean, piggy eyes screwed up in unrestrained ire…

Cut His Holiness some slack, online "community". As far as I’m concerned, he can yearn for a looker if he so wishes, after all he’s done for humanity.

Comments

Mrs Fishlifter said…
Hello there Mr W, looks like it’s just us two for the time being. Followers eh? What are they like… you take a tiny little 5 year sabbatical and it’s like you never existed. I wouldn’t worry too much though, there has been a great deal of unpleasantness in the two main English speaking countries since you’ve been gone, and it is quite possible that some bloggers no longer have much appetite for online debate.
Your latest post brought to mind an incident from a few years ago when Josef Ackermann, rather unwisely as it turned out, stated that appointing more women to the board of Deutsche Bank, of which he was CEO, would make it “prettier and more colourful.” Pffff.
17 July 2019 at 16:42
M C Ward said…
A table for two then. I'm not that bothered about people reading this to be honest (no offence, I do appreciate your dropping by), I see it as a cheap form of therapy. Going back the the subject of the post, I just feel that we all make stupid comments all the time, I just find the foot-tapping "You must apologise to me now" brigade somewhat tiresome. I'm all for honest rebuttals, but not digital crucifixion. I hear you on the polarisation front, here in darkest Brazil it's no different, ideological warfare, identity politics, the whole horror show. Could all go south very quickly if people don't start being more careful about what they wish for.
18 July 2019 at 14:05
John Zachary Lee said…
Excellent post! I love your wry use of language.
1 March 2022 at 14:14
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