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Because when someone calls me a name, I take matters into my own hands instead of whining third-hand to the letters to the editors. Boo fucking hoo, someone called you a name. As a teen I got called a series of racist and homophobic names by another teen. I gave him the first-hand opportunity to learn to pick up his teeth with broken fingers. As an adult I got reamed by a boss who couldn't limit his vocabulary to work-related terms and had to bring my race and sexuality into it. He forgot that I was privy to his "creative accounting practices" so when he gave me the boot I dropped a dime to the IRS. I'm enjoying sunshine and he's someone's prison bitch.
If you don't like what someone else calls you, then do something about it. Be violent, be clever, be creative, but do something besides WHINE, because all that does is encourage the racists and the homophobes. You Christians can practice turning the other cheek.
