Interesting piece. I like a good, soulful swear session, and enjoy creating a long, drawn out invective, but sometimes you just need to shouting "Fucking FUCK!" at the top of your lungs.
As a teacher, i told my students they could say anything they wanted in my class, curse-word wise...as soon as they turned in a paper detailing the etymology of the word(s) they wished to use, and a list of 10 alternates to the word.
No one ever did it, and I continued to tell students that certain words were not allowed, unless they fulfilled the requirement.
Although I DID have a female student who went on a 5 minutes, profanity-filled diatribe full of insightful character analysis about a character in "The Poisonwood Bible" which, curse words or no, was one of the most thoughtful pieces of student analysis I'd ever heard, and I said nary a word to her.
She got a standing O from the class. It was...fucking awesome.
I get so tired of sitting someplace - often the bus or the subway - and someone's talking and the ONLY adverb or adjective they seem to know is the one Ms. Le Guin cited. sigh.
sometimes you just need to shouting "Fucking FUCK!" at the top of your lungs.
I did that just this morning when I couldn't get Outlook to open so I could connect to a conf call with the president of my company on the line.
Luckily, I'm the only one in the office today.
I didn't realize that my coworker can hear me when I talk to myself until recently. Oops. Most recently, she asked what I was saying "fuck it!" about.
Although I DID have a female student who went on a 5 minutes, profanity-filled diatribe full of insightful character analysis about a character in "The Poisonwood Bible" which, curse words or no, was one of the most thoughtful pieces of student analysis I'd ever heard, and I said nary a word to her.
I really wish I had heard that too. Which character was she raging on?
The Winds of War chapter that GRRM read at Worldcon belongs to
Arianne Martell.
Whoops, wrong thread! Sorry, moving to Bitches.
I get so tired of sitting someplace - often the bus or the subway - and someone's talking and the ONLY adverb or adjective they seem to know is the one Ms. Le Guin cited. sigh.
We were on the BART - and there was a young man on the phone and almost every other word out of his mouth was some version of the word fuck. At first he was annoying, but then it got really funny - because I realized he sounded like the obscene version of a smurf - it was really hard not to laugh out loud.
Smonster, so FUCKING HAPPY for you.
Sorry, couldn't resist.
