June 07, 2006
Wenchie Waxes Philosophical
Newsflash: I have been known to use some eyebrow-raising vocabulary on this blog.
Fuck, asshole, shithead, cunt, retard, dicksmack... Actually, I don't think I've used dicksmack, yet. Better get on that.
I use them because I think they're funny. I like words. I like to play with them. And I'm not going to limit myself to only those words it's okay to say in front of Grandma because I like to have a wide range to choose from.
(And, to my mother's credit, she has yet to chastise me about any of them. She's one cool broad.)
I don't really think there are any "bad words." Granted, I don't like being with Boy Child and Girl Child at the mall and seeing some skeez in a shirt emblazoned with The F-Bomb. That's just classless.
But is the word -- in and of itself -- "bad?" I don't think so.
What is a word but merely the expression of an idea? It's a name. It's not the thing it represents. And while the idea behind the word might lack the purest of motivations, is that the word's fault? No. The word is doing its job and clearly conveying the meaning.
So if someone is a total douche, doesn't it make sense just to call him a total douche? It's not a "bad word" if it's an accurate word. And should the wordsmith be condemned for using a word correctly, to best convey his/her message or thoughts? Again, I don't think so.
If I say, "Dean a really bad person." You'd figure Dean routinely comes in late for work and rarely picks up the tab at lunch.
But if I say, "Dean is a total dicksmack." It clearly conjures up the picture of a smarmy figure who steals money from his mom and routinely comes onto his buddies' girlfriends.
See? There's a difference. Just like there's a difference between irritated and totally fucking pissed off. They convey varying degrees of the same general principle and aren't always interchangeable.
I've had some people comment that my vulgar language is "beneath me." When, clearly, it's not. The only thing beneath me is my office chair right now, and I have no idea where I was going with all this. I guess I just wanted to get it off my chest.
Thanks for listening.
Comments
I blame too much Deadwood and Tenacious D.
Posted by: Marty at June 7, 2006 04:00 PM
Oh, I've been a potty-mouth from way back. I blame seven years of being a waitress.
Posted by: Wenchie at June 7, 2006 07:59 PM
If I'm not mistaken, I'm pretty sure you used Dicksmack within the past 2 weeks, cause I distinctly remember thinking "huh. Good one Wenchie. Must remember to use that!"
Sorry, but for potty mouthed former waitresses, I think I win this one, baby.
Because when we had to sing "Happy Birthday" to people, you know, in a GROUP (*Gag*), I taught 2 of my girlfriends a new twist on an old favorite, in Persian, to the tune of Happy B-day, which we always sang at the top of our lungs (after making sure no obvious persians around to call us on it). It went a little something like this:
Cossamo Beh-liiz, Cossamo Beh liiz. Cossamo, Cossamo, Cossamo BEHHHHHH LIIIZ!!!!!!!!!!!
Which? Literally translated Cossamo (My VAGINA) Behliiz (lick)IS basically singing to them to "lick me".
Repeatedly.
Hee hee. People complimented us on singing in ITALIAN. BWaaaaaaaah.
Don't you love me? *smooch*
Posted by: Scarlett Cyn at June 8, 2006 04:58 AM
Swear away!
Posted by: Hope at June 8, 2006 01:39 PM
Okay, I'll give ya "Dicksmack" ... but douche means "shower" in French. (not that I speak French, but I have that random fact stuck in my head). As a result, I can't find a way to call someone that in meanness. Dicksmack, maybe. Fuckwit, sure. Cocksucker, I'm all over that. But douche?
"Dude, that guy is SUCH a shower." huh?!?!?
PS: love your tagline, BTW. My mom used to tell me the little girl with a little curl poem all the time when I was young!
Posted by: Viaggiatore at June 10, 2006 07:09 PM