Monday, February 12, 2007
I was never taught to curse. My parents rarely ever used profanity and I went to a private Christian school all my life where on the off-chance someone was caught using foul language, they were given a detention. (Someone once got a detention for using the expletive “Cuss dang it” with the philosophy that “it’s the thought that counts.”) I know what each word actually means so every time I hear people curse I think of the literal translation of what they are saying. It’s incredibly amusing. One of my co-workers likes to use the term “brains of an f-ing turnip.” Personally, I didn’t know that turnips could do that sort of thing, but whatever. I remember taking a summer school class in high school and one girl exclaiming that her new boyfriend’s car was “the sh**”. That baffled me. How is that a good thing? The one word I would love to use is “as.s.” I love the term as.s-backwards. I have no idea why, but I do.