It's Just a Word That Happens to Start With F and End With a Phonetic Hairball
These are my current superpowers:
Stalking Venmo to see who paid who for tacos and secretly making up stories in my head about “tacos”.
Writing notes in my phone that mean absolutely nothing but also might be the beginning of a bestseller.
Trying to circumvent my algorithm beyond posts about Ozempic, Cortisol and menopause.
Also. And not to be overshadowed by those other over 50 skills,
I possess an extraordinary lexicon.
And yet.
One could argue that as a person of said skill, I use the word fuck too often. Too freely. Too much.
For polite society.
In fact, a recent conversation stirred my thinking on this subject.
“thinking is not something you do by yourself, thinking happens in conversation.”
Amen, Socrates.
That is exactly why I started having coffee with Cancer Candace, and precisely why it’s 5:21 in the morning and I have just poured my first cup of coffee.
To talk it out. To make sense of the nonsense. To think.
And because I’m here and you’re there, I turned to Google — the slowly decaying oracle for those of us pretending we’re not already half-dating AI. That’s where I found a gem: a page titled “A Very Short History of the F-Word.”
It’s wildly informative and funny and I wish I had written it and/or declared myself the researching of fuck but alas…
According to the research…
“In the 1500s and before, it was, to be sure, naughty,” McWhorter writes. “[However] since the Renaissance, fuck has been the subject of a grand cover-up, the lexical equivalent of the drunken uncle or the pornography collection, under which a word known well and even adored by most is barred from public presentation.”
And there you have it. The lexical equivalent of a drunken uncle or a pornography collection.
Or.
Simply the only appropriate word to describe nipple injections, Alzheimer’s and the state of the union.
Tomato. Tomahto.
May your Wednesday be as good as a Wednesday can be and may you drop an F Bomb into an unsuspecting conversation and see where it takes you…
-Juli-
PS
I really do wish we were having coffee together…
Coffee sounds lovely sweet pea! Good to know the history of that expression!
There's always something to learn, and all words are interesting to me! Thank you my girl! Sending you hugs along with our cuppa........ ❤️ mom
OK, so in my small mind this post is for me, because of me and directed at me. I'll take any conversation with you, with or without a cup of coffee, Diet Coke or best of all a beer, preferably on my front steps or screened in porch.
And regarding the F#$% word. I ponder, is it a verb? Perhaps an invitation.
Is it an adjective? A bit tawdry for me.
Is it a noun? Such a static state of being. I prefer active exercise.
Regardless, I like thinking I am story-fodder and love hearing your voice in my head, on the steps or screened porch. Love to you!!