"I'm comfortable with it."

What a grotesque phrase.

It's always uttered about something perfectly ugly, masquerading as a legitimate defense. As if personal comfort is a political position.

It's nearly as vile as the use of "loser" as an insult.

I have come to a resolution.

From now on if anybody anywhere says "I'm comfortable" with some thoroughly idiotic position, I will be responding like this:

"Ah, yes... I'm comfortable too, with the idea that you're a nincompoop. In fact, all the soft, sensitive, fleshy parts of my body are oozing into position around the idea that you are an insensate nitwit of no consequence. Hmmmm, there goes my ass-crack around your soft, pliable non-thesis. I'm drifting away.... mmmm, so comfy! Like a long, hot, steaming bath. I'm bathing in the mild, satisfying irrelevance of your ideas... Just so relaxing! You could market your opinions as aromatherapy, you know. They're of such negligible pertinence minds would go numb at the first sentence. Ahhhhhhh. What were you saying? I can't hear you above the imaginary radio next to the soap dish emanating warm, fuzzy, wry observations regarding your insignificance. Whoever you are."