There has been much in the news of late about how Americans are living in an "Age of Profanity." Is this a bad thing, I ask? If you don't hear profanity on a regular basis and understand it, you would be...my in-laws.
For example, Wilma and I were talking about showers vs baths. She said she prefers baths because, she chirped, "it makes it easier to wash your twat."
(This was reminiscent of Karen warning Arzaana-fay that if she wore that miniskirt she needed to be careful not to give everyone a "beaver shot." Mr. Wonderful and I projectile-snorted our dinner out our noses. "Wha!" she cried outraged. "That's what it's CALLED." )
"Um, Wilma" I said, "You know you can't say that."
"Why not?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.
"Um, well, because it's Not Nice." Surreal, I thought, I'm lecturing my pure and innocent mother-in-law.
Clearly I was wrong, because "Ken calls it my twat."
Yeah, well, Ken was in the Navy. Then we got in to a debate about what it should be called ("Vagina!" she gasped "I couldn't say that. I like twat.") and I failed to convince her.
Gah! You can't say that word in public like that!
Says the girl who wore her Nine Inch Nails tank top with the word "StarFUCKER" in large letters across the front when she left Las Vegas today. Yes, I received many, MANY looks.
Posted by: Catherine | April 02, 2006 at 09:41 PM
Oh, StarFUCKER, *yawns* we see that all the time here in MO. This is what gets us: http://stores.musictoday.com/store/bands/638/product_medium/BGCTCF15.jpg
Posted by: TheQueen | April 03, 2006 at 12:14 PM