Beware, word police and David Morrison are on the beat, by Bendan O’Neill.

We’re doing it wrong, you see. Apparently our workplace repartee is toxic and dangerous, like everything else we do when we don’t have a PhD-wielding expert whispering advice in our lugholes. …

The war on workplace chat speaks to the misanthropy of our age. It implies that even everyday conversation is a moral minefield. It undermines that sense of solidarity we gain when we engage with each other directly and freely. It cripples social engagement. Oh god. I shouldn’t say cripple. Sorry.

Maybe we should all just stop talking to each other? Perhaps we should all be assigned an interpreter, from Diversity Council Australia, who could translate our bovine banter into PC speech so that our colleagues are never offended. It’s the only solution.