Poo-Poo-litically Correct

Earlier this week, we went out for a team lunch to St. Moritz, a fondue restaurant in Soho, London that is.  First of all, don't go there.  The food was average and we all left WREAKING of cheese.  I mean, I guess it was fine for what it is, which is a whole lot of melting gruyere and bread.  Just not for me, for a whole meal.  But, I digress. My real point, was the AMAZING conversation I found myself in during this lunch.  I was, of course, surrounded by Brits, discussing the unusually chilly weather, which then turned to the noticable amount of tramps litering the streets of late and one that had even frozen to death.  Now, I know that Americans are ridiculously overly politically correct, and I love a good racist joke just as much as the next gal, but the word tramp does seem slightly outdated to me. No?  A little bit from the 1950's or days of Grace Kelly and the like?  Yes I think so.