Jargon

I love that my working life means I can write this sort of stuff:

• “charge like a wounded hooker”
• “4 kilograms of margarine for $7.69 is way cheaper than anything else on offer”
• “Revealing that I don’t drive often results in barely-masked horror”
• “the most hideous piece of footage ever inflicted on innocent viewers”
• “Some days being Helen Keller really sounds like an appealing option”

Attending HP’s Software Universe conference in Brisbane, one of the speakers proclaimed that he was “going to talk about the C-word: compliance.” Now let’s be very clear here. Compliance is not the C-word. Cunt is the C-word. Compliance may well be a cunt, but that’s a different story.