You Must Be Politically Correct! How Dare You Not?

Well, you do not have to be politically correct at home. And that is basically it. Everywhere else, welcome to the modern emotional circus, where every normal sentence has to be inspected, disinfected, softened, and wrapped in bubble wrap so some fragile soul does not collapse on the floor.

I am the guy who hates being politically correct, and I never plan to become politically correct. I do not have much to lose, so it is quite easy for me. No boss can fire me for having a thought. No marketing department can ask me to “adjust the tone.” No committee can force me to speak like a corporate brochure.

Being politically correct means you cannot simply say an honest opinion if that opinion does not fit the current political fashion, or if it might hurt someone’s precious little feelings. In the last ten years, people have become terribly fragile. Like glass. Thin glass. The kind of glass that cracks if you look at it with the wrong opinion.

The Language of Cowards

You cannot say: I think this is a very bad idea. Too honest. Too dangerous. Someone might need emotional recovery time.

You have to say: I have some concerns about the strategic alignment of this proposal.

LOL.

This is the language of cowards. Everything has to be polished until it means almost nothing. You cannot say something is stupid. You have to say it “raises questions.” You cannot say someone failed. You have to say they are “on a learning journey.” You cannot say the project is a disaster. You have to say it “requires further alignment.”

We no longer solve problems. We give them better vocabulary.

Everything Is Stunning and Brave

You also have to support everyone’s ego. Everything is stunning. Everything is brave. Everything is inspiring.

Someone does a completely normal thing and suddenly society acts like we witnessed a historical act of courage.

A celebrity posts a photo without makeup. Brave.

A millionaire says life is hard. Powerful.

A politician reads three prepared sentences without completely falling apart. Leadership.

A lot of this modern language is just fake applause for ordinary things. People clap because they are expected to clap. They praise because silence might look suspicious. They pretend to be moved because nobody wants to be the first person in the room to say: Actually, this is nothing special.

Politicians and Their Important Questions

You cannot even say: That politician is useless. That is not acceptable anymore. You have to say: Their leadership style raises important questions.

No. Sometimes the correct sentence is: That politician is useless.

I already fucked up in another article because I called some of them psychopaths. Someone will sue me, I am sure. Maybe that will be my big career moment. Finally, paperwork with more personality than their speeches.

Public people say public things, make public decisions, and cause public consequences. But somehow the public is supposed to react like a polite kindergarten teacher.

If someone in public life says or does something stupid, I should be allowed to call it stupid. That is not extremism. That is basic maintenance.

In the UK, someone like Zack Polanski is probably close to the modern politically correct starter pack. Progressive, Green, pro-diversity, pro-migrant, anti-Reform, climate-conscious, social-justice fluent, and probably able to say “inclusive conversation” without blinking.

If political correctness had a reusable bamboo coffee cup, a nervous smile, and a carefully approved opinion about everything, it would probably look something like that.

Schools, Universities, and the Factory of Fragility

Schools and universities suck too. These days, many of them are so careful, so soft, and so terrified of uncomfortable opinions that they seem more interested in protecting feelings than building brains.

The new generation is being trained to treat disagreement like violence. Amazing progress. Soon someone will need therapy because a chair was facing them with negative energy.

Education should teach people how to think, argue, disagree, defend their opinions, and survive hearing something they do not like. Instead, too many places teach people how to be offended professionally.

The Death of the Dislike Button

I think this nonsense started getting worse when YouTube removed the public dislike count. That was long ago, but it was symbolic.

Someone forgot that a dislike button is not necessarily hate. Sometimes it simply means:

• This video is low quality.
• This video is inaccurate.
• This video is misleading.
• This video is boring as hell.

But no. Apparently even a thumb pointing down became too aggressive for modern society.

Later, dislike buttons started disappearing from social networks too, because how dare you put a thumb down? How dare you say something is bad? How dare you express anything except approved positivity?

The internet used to be messy, rude, funny, aggressive, stupid, honest, and alive. Now everything wants to become a safe padded room with terms and conditions.

Leave a Comment, But Do Not Actually Comment

Magazines, forums, and social media proudly say:

Leave a comment.

But what they really mean is:

Leave a comment, but only if you agree, clap, smile, praise, and behave like a well-trained little emotional support hamster.

The moment you disagree, criticize, mock something, or say something negative, suddenly everybody becomes a moral philosopher.

People say they want discussion.

No, they often want applause with punctuation.

They want comments, but only the nice ones. They want engagement, but only from people who agree. They want conversation, but not the annoying part where someone says: This is bullshit.

Mental Health Everywhere

The latest trend is supporting mental health. And yes, mental health matters. Some people genuinely struggle, and they deserve help. I am not mocking real suffering.

But now everything is mental health.

Every bad mood, every bit of criticism, every uncomfortable sentence, every tiny disappointment is treated like psychological warfare.

What would we do without the internet? We would probably all have normal messed-up minds instead of professionally diagnosed social media breakdowns.

At some point, people stopped using mental health as a serious topic and started using it as a shield against ordinary life.

• Someone disagrees with you? Trauma.
• Someone criticizes your work? Harm.
• Someone says something blunt? Unsafe environment.

Bloody hell. Sometimes life is not trauma. Sometimes someone just told you the truth and you did not like the taste.

You Cannot Say Someone Is Really Too Fat

You cannot say someone is really too fat. I mean really fat. Not “a little bit chubby after Christmas.” I mean really fat, where the belly is hanging down and gravity has clearly won the argument. They want to love and accept their really fat body. Fine. Love yourself. Enjoy your body. Put a motivational quote on it if needed.

But the fact that it can be incredibly unhealthy is apparently irrelevant now, because reality is rude and biology did not attend diversity training.

But should we say to fat people that they are fat?

Hold on. Why? Because people normally comment on whatever they want. People say:

You have nice hair. That is okay. They say: Wow, beautiful blue eyes. Also okay.

But why not: Wow, such a huge belly. Awesome.

Yes, I am kidding. I am being nasty. Calm down before someone files a complaint with the Ministry of Feelings.

The point is simple. Society allows comments about appearance when they are pleasant, but suddenly becomes deeply philosophical when the visible thing is uncomfortable.

That is not honesty. That is theatre.

Careful!

Gosh, once I said: I do not understand transgender people. I was immediately stopped by one magical warning word:

Careful!

Careful? Why? I did not say I hate anyone. I did not insult anyone. I did not say they should not exist. I simply said I do not understand.

Since when is not understanding something a crime?

I am not a genius who knows everything. I do not understand everything in life. I do not understand crypto. I do not understand why printers still behave like possessed demons in 2026. I do not understand why some people clap when a plane lands.

But apparently, with some topics, even saying “I do not understand” is dangerous. That is the problem.

People are not encouraged to speak honestly, ask questions, or admit confusion. They are trained to shut up before the sentence is even finished.

Tiny Emotional Scales

You have to weigh every word on tiny emotional scales.

You have to calculate who might be offended, who might misunderstand, who might twist your sentence, who might screenshot it, who might turn it into a moral trial.

And I am tired of it. I will be me. I will stay as I am.

People hate political correctness because it is fake, forced, cowardly, and dishonest.

It is not always about kindness. Often it is just fear wearing nice clothes.

Political correctness is the art of watching something stupid happen and describing it as “a complex and important conversation.” It sucks.