Call me overly sensitive (go ahead - it's not an original statement) but there are things that just aren't nice to say.
Like, "Euthanasia. You know, mercy killing."
I know how totally stupid and airheaded I look and behave, but I TOTALLY know the definition. And I know when I think it's warranted. And I've actually made the choice before. You know, when I knew it was the right goddamned time.
In spite of my occasional tantrums, I'm far too nice of a person sometimes.