For most of my childhood, there were a few insults that were as common as they were unforgivable: You didn’t utter them unless you were prepared to fight. They were, in order of severity from highest to lowest:
Any implication you were gay. Any insult against your mother (“yo’ momma”). That your clothes came from Goodwill.
That’s right: One of the worst things you could say to a kid was that their parents bought second-hand clothes. The severity was probable swapped for girls – I never heard one girl call another “dyke” until high [...]
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