Seeing this and what I saw yesterday, there are no words to describe it. I didn't realize it was as bad as it was until yesterday when we were driving around.

Never comment on a woman's rear end. Never use the words "large" or "size" with "rear end." Never. Avoid the area altogether. Trust me.

Some guy hit my fender, and I told him, 'Be fruitful and multiply,' but not in those words.

Some guy hit my fender and I said "be fruitful and multiply" but not in those words

And we're such language-based creatures that to some extent we cannot know what we cannot name. And so we assume it isn't real. We refer to it with catch-all terms, like crazy or chronic pain, terms that both ostracise and minimise. The term chronic pain captures nothing of the grinding, constant, ceaseless, inescapable hurt. And the term crazy arrives at us with none of the terror and worry you live with.

I know you lawyers can, with ease, twist words and meanings as you please