What’s wrong with it, exactly. A bit like calling someone “fat,” isn’t it. Or gay. Or a gypsy. It is the inner life of adjectives.
It is the dark ground Against which elegance shines. The wrong zipcode. The wrong skin.
People make it and people claim to like it. “Life-giving vulgarity” Said one who knew. Oh the ones who know. They write essays on subjects like this and the rest of us nod.
