On Vulgarity

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Ever since coming to Melbourne, I seem to always end up in a dumpling restaurant. Good dumpling, nonetheless.

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As you enter Raramen (106 Kingsway, Melbourne), the place is full of activity and loud people. You get directed very fast to a table, a menu appears suddenly from nowhere and you order. In the back, you can see a big sign with “Free Slurpee” and “Complimentary Tea”.

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This is, however, not a post about dumpling. But there will be pictures. This post is relating to vulgarity – as the title would say. I had a discussion with my sister as a consequence to one of my previous post. Mainly, the problem was that my parents also read my blog and that that specific post had been a bit too full of imagery. And no one said I intended in creating purely vulgar posts because, hey, I sometimes enjoy being so.

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The question is, thus, when does one censor himself in the pursuit of truth, of analysis of society. Without question, some of my readers might have been offended by the unveiled truth. But that happens – not everyone is ready to accept all parts of reality. Yet as someone once said, “there is beauty in tragedy”. And there could be beauty in vulgarity. But more important, there can be truth in it. I do not try to find out the answers to the questions of life on my blog, but I do wish to portray my life through it. Whilst some things will be too personal to share with the world (such a shocker that I do have limits indeed), vulgarity is not one of them. It is an intrinsic part of society and it must be set there in front, shamelessly.

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As a great debater once quoted, when the book “Gone with the Wind” came out, and ended it’s last page with “And frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn”, the world was in uproar. How could anyone swear? Yet now there is no problem with that. And whilst many would say – well, it would be better if just no one swears, that is not the point. The point is that censorship creates tabu. It inhibits both useless and valuable conversation about issues. In Romania, as it can be seen, it creates such a tabu about speaking anything regarding sex and then it just leads to people not understanding what it is, fearing it and all sorts of mishaps. So I say no to censoring myself. Not here, not now.

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