Burning Beneath

Lately, I’ve noticed that our society often feels as if we’re all walking on eggshells when it comes to language. While it’s essential to be respectful and mindful of each other’s backgrounds, sometimes the caution can border on over-sensitivity. Consider the word “black”—in its simplest form, it’s merely a descriptor of skin color, reflecting the natural diversity of humanity. I recall my daughter describing a friend on her first day of kindergarten by saying, “His skin is like chocolate.” That beautiful, innocent observation celebrated natural differences rather than diminishing them.

This heightened sensitivity extends beyond racial descriptors. When it comes to gender and pronouns, even minor deviations in usage can be taken as deeply personal affronts, even when no ill intent is present. Similarly, terms used to describe ethnicity or nationality often become battlegrounds for political correctness, even when employed purely in a descriptive way. Words related to sexual orientation have also evolved over time; some communities have reclaimed terms like “gay” or “queer” as symbols of pride, while others continue to view them through the lens of historical prejudice.

I firmly believe in equality and justice for everyone, regardless of age, race, gender, or any other aspect of our identity. At the same time, I value simplicity and authenticity—the ability to see and describe the world in a straightforward, beautiful manner without automatically assuming negative intent. Ultimately, while language is powerful and ever-evolving, finding a balance between respect and genuine expression allows us to appreciate the rich tapestry of our humanity without losing sight of the beauty inherent in our differences.