Style Invitational Week 1037: Be offended by a name that’s not offensive

By Pat Myers
Thursday, September 5, 5:13 PM

Washington Nationals? Note that several of their players come from the
Dominican Republic, Venezuela and Colombia! The name is yet another
example of presumptuous U.S. cultural hegemony. I propose that team be
called the Internationals, or perhaps the Western Hemispherans . . .
Jujubes: Wikipedia notes that the original versions did “not have the
strong and distinctive flavor of modern candies due to the expense of
chemical flavorants at the time.” Thus this name brazenly perpetuates
the insidious stereotype that Jews are cheap and miserly . . . As
momentum builds in the effort to get the Washington Redskins to change
their name to something that’s not seen as a racial slur by large
numbers of Native Americans, it’s time for the ranks of the more easily
offended to step up with some new complaints about names. Loser Mike
Gips — and shouldn’t we be calling him Mike Roma? — suggested this
week’s contest: Find something offensive about an inoffensive name of a
product, organization, place, etc., as in Mike’s own examples above.
Winner gets the Inkin’ Memorial, the Lincoln statue bobblehead that is
the official Style Invitational trophy. Second place receives,
appropriately for this contest, A book called “Holy Sh*t [sic]: The
World’s Weirdest Comic Books,” which samples everything from “Hansi; The
Girl Who Loved the Swastika” to “All-Negro Comics.” Donated by Loser Pie
Snelson, who notes that “this book is offensive to almost everybody:
African Americans, Jews, gays, amputees, Aborigines, overweight people,
religious followers and cows.” Other runners-up win their choice of a
yearned-for Loser Mug or the ardently desired Grossery Bag. Honorable
mentions get a lusted-after Loser magnet. First Offenders receive a
smelly, tree-shaped air “freshener” (FirStink for their first ink).
E-mail entries to or fax to 202-334-4312. Deadline
is Monday, Sept. 16; results published Oct. 6 (online Oct. 3). No more
than 25 entries per entrant per week. Include “Week 1037” in your e-mail
subject line or it might be ignored as spam. Include your real name,
postal address and phone number with your entry. See contest rules and
guidelines at The subhead for this week’s honorable
mentions is by Kevin Dopart; the alternative headline in the “Next
week’s contest” line is by Chris Doyle. Join the lively Style
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*Report from Week 1033, our 10th annual Limerixicon contest for limericks that prominently
feature words from one sliver of the dictionary, in this case “fa-.”

If you entered and got ink, entered and didn’t get ink, or just thought of
a fa- limerick right now, you’re welcome to submit it to,
the Omnificient English Dictionary in Limerick Form.

*The winner of the Inkin’ Memorial: *

A physicist/humorist, Nell,
Had a comedy show where she’d tell
Of her spreadsheeting gaffes —
It drew thousands of laughs
Because *farce* equals math times Excel
. /(Matt Monitto, Elon,

*2. * *Winner of the audio-enhanced book “Farts: A Spotter’s Guide”):


Shaping cookies like books? Oh, what fun!
Call them “bookies,” and when they are done,
Eat ’em up . . . Drat! Or not!
Guess my oven’s too hot
Set at *Fahrenheit* 451. /(Danielle Nowlin, Woodbridge, Va.) /

*3.* In the bleachers, a Nats-loving man
Got distracted when outfielder Span

At bat, on the mark,
Whacked one out of the park,
And that’s when the hit hit the *fan.* /(Mae Scanlan, Washington)/

*4.* The French strippers know pleasing the rubes
Is more art form than flashing one’s boobs,
As opposed to the Dutch,
Who will show you so much
You can see their *fallopian tubes.* /(Brendan Beary, Great Mills, Md.)/

*Fa- below: honorable mentions*

After reading a scathing review,
A young *fashion* designer withdrew
Her perfume, taking blame
For not vetting the name
Of the scent called Chanel No. 2. /(Chris Doyle, Ponder, Tex) /

There once was a cook named McMurry
Who earned a large raise in a hurry
From her Indian boss
For a*fabulous *sauce.
And she did it by *favoring* curry. /(Kirk Miller, Richardson, Tex., a
First Offender)/

Mr. Weiner did not think it wrong,
But some Internet rules are quite strong.
So his *fans* became vexed
When he sent out a text
And he made his attachment too long. /(Harvey Smith, McLean, Va.) /

The *fattoush *of my girlfriend? Oh, my, it
Is wonderful — why don’t you try it?”
Said Jamil, and I gasped.
Well, how could I have grasped
It’s a salad she makes for his diet? /(Sheila Blume, South Setauket, N.Y.)/

The graduate shielded his *face*
From the couple’s impassioned embrace.
As they sweated and thrusted.
He said, quite disgusted:
“You win, Mom – I’ll get my own place.” /(Craig Dykstra, Centreville,
Va.) /

That he’s wordy is past all debate.
Even so, I’ll say *Faulkner* is great
Without any repentance;
Just read this one sentence!
(It’s Chapters 6, 7 and 8.) /(Brendan Beary)/

A grammar *fanatic* would gripe
To his wife about language, and snipe:
“Ugh, your syntax is bad!”
She’d respond, really mad:
“I’ll divorce you if down you don’t pipe.” /(Madeleine Begun Kane, New
York) /

I have hundreds of friends; come and greet them!
To my deep and dark secrets I treat them!
Why this awesome amount?
It’s my *Facebook *account!
And who knows? Maybe someday I’ll meet them./(Beverley Sharp,
Montgomery, Ala.) /

I once knew a blonde, fit and tanned,
Who had breasts that were really quite grand.
When I asked, “Are they*fake*?”
She said, “No! Goodness’ sake!
I made sure that I got a name brand.” (/Paul VerNooy, Hockessin, Del.)/

A Brooklyn bar owner,*fastidious,*
Had barmaids whose outfits were hidious.
While pouring some stout,
He chewed them both out:
“Shape up, or I’m gonna get ridious.” /(Mae Scanlan) /

At a Mexican *fat farm *one day,
All the staff went on strike for more pay.
When a dieting guest
Asked how he had progressed,
The attendant said: “No weigh, Jose.” /(Mark Raffman, Reston, Va.) /

There once was a mufti, Emir,
Who issued a *fatwa* quite clear:
“His beard can be short,
But she really can’t sport
A form-fitting burqa that’s sheer.” /(Kevin Dopart, Washington) /

Mom’s on Metro? Her babe didn’t care,
So she had to give birth then and there.
Some time later, she shared,
“I admit, I was scared . . .
I’d be stuck there till I paid his *fare*.” /(Nan Reiner, Alexandria,
Va.) /

To Abe Lincoln the project seemed nice,
Till apprised of his *face*-carving’s price
On a cliff in Dakota;
From Heaven, he wrote, “A
Tad dear — won’t a photo suffice?” /(Roger Dunn, Dartmouth, England, a
First Offender ) /

After nursing in trains, planes and Camrys,
In bistros, malls, playgrounds, and clammeries,
The things that I bet
I will never forget
Are my babies’ teeth—*fangs *for the mammaries. /(Melissa Balmain,
Rochester, N.Y.)/

At vegan cafes, trumpets blare
Proclaiming the “moral food” there.
Yes, it tastes rather bland,
But the ethics are grand!
(Or so says the *fair-fare fanfare.*) /(Mark Richardson, Washington)/

Why’s the poo down our loos getting stuck?
There’s a mass of unspeakable muck
In the sewer, concealed —
A *fatberg

* congealed,
And as big as a bus, buster! Yuck. /(Russell Goldflam, Alice Springs,
Australia, a First Offender) /

When the man took his vow as a friar,
He withheld that his name was Sid Meyer.
But the monks became skittish
When he cursed them in Yiddish.
It turns out he’s a big two-*faithed* liar. /(Neal Starkman, Seattle) /

In Prague, hear the Hapsburg king shout,
“Make those Protestant barons clear out,
With their defenestrations!”
“Oh, Sire, show some patience –
You’ve just had a wee *falling-out!*” /(Brendan Beary) /

In his car, Lester wanted to show
His pal Morris how *fast* they could go.
As he raced with the train
He tried something insane
And so now there’s no Les and no Moe. /(Craig Dykstra)/

“The true Southern weddings require
Black waiters in formal attire,”
Said the *fatty*-food Deen
As she went from the queen
Of the frying pan into the fire. /(Chris Doyle)/

As people get older, they*fade*,
Like blossoms too deep in the shade.
They droop, become faint,
What they were, now they ain’t,
And all of a sudden, they’re daid. /(Mae Scanlan)/

/Australian state MP Peter Dowling resigns:
/Would one call Dowling’s sexting

And the his hunger for intrigue rapacious?
He pickled his bingbong

In wine — what a dingdong!
Surely claims of his taste are *fallacious.* /(Diane Wah, Seattle) /

You are shifty, dear Rush — i.e., louche;
You’re repellent in manner — *farouche;*
And we all can agree,
From Paree to D.C.,
As a bag, you’re the type known as douche. /(Ann Martin, Falls Church)/

To love father and sister and brother,
Or Granny, niece, uncle and mother:
It’s surely no sin
To love *family* and kin,
Well, except how we’re into each other. /(Ward Kay, Vienna, Va.)/

There was nobody braver or smarter
Than Luke, with the heart of a martyr.
Darth cried, “I’m your dad!”
Luke replied, “You smell bad.”
“But I told you,” said Darth. “I’m your *farter!*” /(Robert Schechter,
Dix Hills, N.Y.) /

Mom taught us to always have class,
“Be a euphemist! Never be crass!”
But then my old granny,
Said, “Rump, derrière, fanny?
“They’re just *fancy* ways to say ‘ass.’’ ’ /(Dave Zarrow, Reston, Va.) /

In my attic – I stumbled across it,
My poster of young *Farrah Fawcett*.
Since I’m British I’ll say,
“I shall throw this away,”
Since it means something else to say “toss it.” /(Craig Dykstra) /

I’m a horrible *failure,* it’s true.
I never see anything through.
Beginnings are fun
But before I am done
I pretty much lose interest./(Robert Schechter) /

Sell The Post to a tech geek? Tee-hee!
That’s one thing we’re unlikely to see.
Then along came Jeff Bezos
With 2 billion pesos,
And now it’s a*fait accompli. * /(Nan Reiner) /

*Still running — deadline Monday night: our contest to turn a place name
into a regular word. See .*

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(published late
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*Next week’s results: What’s to Like , * or
*Har Decisions,*, our contest for jokes giving fresh life to the form “I
like my X the way I like my Y.”

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