I think that this commment is both the sweetest and creepiest comment I’ve read in a long time, Tybalt. (No offense intended on the creepy part, but what can I say? I don’t think you’re creepy — just that the comment was.)

I’d eat the smell of my wife’s body on ice cream if I could. I hardly think “BO” (which runs the gamut from the girls who were offed in Susskind’s Das Parfum to the cabdriver who once forced me to stick my head halfway out the window on an hour-long ride once) is the kind of universal he’s getting at, and the n-word isn’t either. I am happy to use it, and have done, in two kinds of contexts (which I won’t get into now) where it was exactly the thing on the nose. Powerful words have a power to them that means that they _should_ be used in certain circumstances. The key is to identify with the power and to do no harm with it.