I had a couple word thoughts recently...
We'll start with my Twin Leslie. She said she needed words yesterday...
|from Little Britain|
IMMEDIATELY there were protests. Words sitting by themselves and two of these words people love and one they hate. They wanted me to banish it. I bet you know which it is. I bet you hate it a little, too.
Poor, sad Moist.
What IS THAT that makes a word with no context so repugnant? I mean I understand words with horrible connotations... racial slurs are abhorrent. (any in-group/out-group division, really).
But what did moist ever do to anybody besides communicate that the cake was superior? And how is that bad?
Still, I know people I can say it to who physically shiver in response.
This pleases me. I do have my moments of evil.
|I would totally call this mauve|
And of course my buddy Stacy challenged us to pick a word... any word... and repeat it about 500 times... you will barely make about the thirtieth repetition before said word no longer sounds like an actual word, but gibberish (which is harder to speak than Dumbledore would lead you to believe--but worse than speaking it, is understanding it.)
|sex and violence source|
[this image has so much wrong it is almost right again, eh? Maybe it's just me... normally I don't condone chainsaws. I think the fishnets save it. You might have to magnify it to see them...]
Why is it we can say the following in polite company: war, torture, kill, murder, assault, pummel.
But the word for human coupling, the most intimate act we have, we refer to as the 'f-word'?
We really are a very odd batch of people.
I'd wish you all a moist Wednesday, but I am a little worried about being on the receiving end of a curse...