Experimente isto: É muito simples... Vá para um bar com amigos, peça um mega canecão de má cerveja e faça este jogo rudimentar: Ouça Roxanne dos Police e, cada vez que ouvir "Roxaaaane" dê um valente trago. Vai ver que chega ao fim com o intestino embalsemado de cevada e com vontade de beber outra coisa muito rapidamente. Fosse tão fácil enjoar de tudo.
*Sair num fim-de-semana chuvoso em que nenhum lacobrigense estudante veio à "Parvónia"; ver dança contemporânea sozinha, estar nos bares da malta com o gajedo que cá está instalado; ser a única rapariga do grupo; jogar às cartas, falar de sexo, beber, ir para a praia, andar de carro, flirts, ouvir bom som. Aaaah a "Parvónia"...
Andava eu a folhear o meu livro de Psicolinguística e reparei no tópico: Sexual Slang, onde estava esta tabela com os termos sexuais mais utilizados pela população americana de acordo com o contexto, género e orientação sexual. Quem vê o L Word não sei se concordará com tudo, e mesmo os mais atentos a esta temática e cinéfilos acérrimos deverão ter uma palavra a dizer.
Acho curioso que não tenham colocado Homosexual Male e Homosexual Female e sim Gay e Lesbian, o que torna a tabela talvez um pouco pejorativa... mas hey... são americanos!!
Ah, e qual o interesse disto num livro de Psicolinguística? Segundo o autor (Jay, 2003), grande parte dos psicólogos americanos trabalham na área da Saúde Mental e sendo o sexo relevante nessa área, e um assunto tabu na América, este tipo de estudos ajudam os profissionais a compreender melhor os seus pacientes e a falar de sexo de acordo com o background deles!
Não são os profissionais por vezes aqueles que têm mais tabus?
Não sei, mas das respostas dadas, os Gay male são as que têm palavras mais giras e viscerais... tudo a ir já para o wc público! Já!
My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, It seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. But I made a vow to the moon and stars That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table, dealing stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down, but to my surprise, He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when, He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along. So I give ya that name and I said goodbye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun And I called him my pa, and he called me his son, And I came away with a different point of view. And I think about him, now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
