I am a bad person.
I'm white, for a start; I'm of of a sex (or gender, if you like) quite ordinary and prevalent among the population of the world; and I am broad-minded about politics and people.
I eat food, and breathe out carbon dioxide. I'm English.
There is no hope for me.
I had a birthday recently (I'm what is called a boomer, too) and received a gift of soap. On the box it declares:
NO PALM OIL
NO PARABENS OR SLS
NO SYNTHETIC COLOURS OR FRAGRANCES
and it seems that just about everything is bad...
...except, just possibly, butterflies.
I can't think of anything bad about butterflies.
I suppose that's something.
Word To Use Today: bad. This word is itself very bad because it probably comes from the Old English bæd-, the first part of the word bǣddel, hermaphrodite, from bǣdling, am actively gay man.