AND so another word bites the dust. Some estate agents are now apparently banning the phrase ‘master bedroom’, because ‘master’ is said to have connotations of slavery and sexism.
Instead, as they show you around their sought-after, deceptively spacious executive properties, they will now talk about the ‘primary’ or ‘principal’ bedroom (or, more likely in these dumbed-down days, the ‘principle’ bedroom).
Naturally, this nonsense will spread like, er, a coronavirus panic. So it’ll doubtless soon be impossible to get your car fixed if the brake m***** cylinder is faulty. How can you explain to a mechanic what you think is wrong?
And, Heaven forfend, if the smaller s**** cylinder goes, you may as well junk the car. No garage will touch it for fear of being mobbed by BLM protesters.
Presumably we can now look forward to switching on that popular BBC-2 quiz show Primarymind. But the word-killers have started, so they’ll finish.
Headmasters, choirmasters, bandmasters, postmasters, Scoutmasters etc will be for the chop. I haven’t checked, but they may already have been consigned to the Ministry of Truth memory hole to make thoughtcrime impossible, as Dr Kevin Donnelly reminded us on TCW last week.
I could go on, but it gets exhausting keeping up with additions to the Newspeak dictionary. For me, it’s been downhill all the way since ‘spokesperson’ wheedled its way into the woke lexicon.
How it’s all changed. One of my more vivid memories from our (compulsory) school Latin lessons in the early Sixties is the rather dog-eared textbooks featuring lots of blokes in togas and much talk of dominum et servum. Translate those words now if you dare!
My old Latin m***** must be spinning in his grave.
