My Beautiful Wickedness


It’s a pity I’m a feminist.
August 1, 2007, 9:12 am
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There are some words that are just sooooo good to use as biting epithets of disgust that I can’t use because I’ve gone and got all conscious of how you can’t go chopping people up in synedochal body parts.

I mean, has there ever been a cuss word better than balls? It’s right up there with shit in my “words I don’t want to live without.” (Yes, if you’ve never met me in real life, I use the full spectrum of English, delighting in the inventively coarse vocabulary of my Germanic and Celt foremothers.) As an outraged utterance of aggravation, it’s hard to beat a good loud “Oh, BALLS!” It was easy to give up dick, prick, cocksucker and the like — despite their fine rhythmic qualities and their rhyming potential when one wrote limericks — they just weren’t great favorites.

Oh well. If I want to live in a world where I don’t have to be called a cunt, I guess sacrifices must be made. Balls.

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It’s still the “F” word for me…I can live without everything else, but…there are certain situations that cannot be answered by anything but a negatively charged yell of the “F” word.

(of course not used around kids or in my professional life)

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