I wonder sometimes about the verbal habits we get into. And then how they seem to become a permanent part not just of our verbal culture, but our verbal DNA.
That was one right there. In the year 1800 no one would have used "DNA" as a term to describe ultimately ingrained behavior. Or ultimate ingrained anything. DNA wasn't discovered until Watson, Crick and Rosalind Franklin, the woman scientist who got screwed out of the credit because sexism was wired into science's DNA at the time.
What got me thinking about this was the other day when I drove by a sign for a place that said "Family Chiropractic." It seems like just about every chiropractic place is Family Chiropractic. So much so that I think we mentally ignore the family part. It's like "Family Dentistry" or a "Family Practice" physician.
So you have to ask yourself. Is there an alternative? An "adult" chiropractic clinic perhaps? Because you know, the term adult is fraught with potential misconceptions. Maybe that's why chiropractors, dentists, and doctors take such great pains to distinguish themselves from it.
Adult is a fine term when used with an adult mobile home park. But you use the term "adult" in conjunction with the word "toys" and you conjure up an entirely different image.
Adult physicians most likely work at different types of clinics altogether. I can't imagine what adult dentistry would be like. At least not in the adult toy sense. Although one of those sonic plaque removers would make for a great pain inflictor for the kinky.
And I suppose that would be the turn you'd expect from Adult Chiropractors. Whether in your DNA or just caused by a crick in your neck, they're your cure for all kinds of adult dysfunction.
Really help you get the kinks out.
America, ya gotta love it.
Thursday, February 09, 2012
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