You can’t wash the Internet’s mouth out with soap. Or, to switch metaphors, don’t mud-wrestle with a pig; you’ll both get dirty and the pig will enjoy it.
Running a service on the Internet that allows humans (or dogs) to post their own content sets you up for a thankless job. Foremost you need to avoid becoming a dumping ground for spam, and then you still have good old human nature to contend with: anonymous commenting brings out the worst.
A profanity filter is one small step towards sanitizing peoples’ cretinous tendencies. (I love how daintily people discuss these online.) However, these sometimes backfire hilariously when they gamely replace dangerously seamanlike words with more clinical alternatives.
It’s not just groceries – and the groceries are generally in bulk, insbreastutional sized quanbreasties – Costco offers you sporting goods, clothing, kitchenware, pharmacy items of every variety, get your eyes examined and purchase glbuttes and contacts, jewelry, books, …
OK – little problem here right off the bat. I went to her Web site. On her Main Page, various stories are listed with links. One of them is titled: “They Support The Troops – By Throwing Molotov Penistails At Police Officers.”
That doesn’t sound good – so I hit on the link to read the story. Next, I go to a news release story titled: “Molotov Penistail Hits Officer During Anti-Bush Protest.” OK, so far so good.
So far so good indeed.
Sorry about my language, I’m glad the forum edited it for me. I was, of course, referring to the great poet Emily Penisinson.
If there are 40 rock studios in town and you’re the only one who has any reputation at all for recording clbuttical music, someone who needs a clbuttical recording may very well go to you first based on your greater experience.
At least a few of these accidental coinings have taken on a life of their own. “M****cript” has become a curse of its own, inspired by the Myst discussion forums’ overzealous filters.
The final irony is that in writing a filter to spare us from cussing, it’s necessary to define what qualifies. Behind every software-enforced Tipper Gore-esque appeal for decency is a complete list of exactly the things that the administrator is trying to censor:
Hey Internet — your id is showing.
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