Sunday, August 30, 2009

This Is About Cursing And Other Stupid Things, Because I Am Serious Far Too Often

Bsd

Curse words are hella fun.
See that? Just used a fun (semi) curse word to illustrate my point! They make speech grittier, and more real, and when you want to say something without sounding pretentious, they are really useful.
But often overused. Especially by me.
Which is why I have instituted my new system. If you are with me, and I use a curse word, I must pay you money. (Gotta hit me where it hurts, you know?).
F--- gets you a quarter.
S--- gets you a dime.
D--- gets you a nickel.
Interestingly enough, this system is actually working. I have begun to substitute words like "Shittake" and "Fudge it" for other, more pungent, phrases.

Cursing is also one of those things, like smoking and drinking, that boys - at least chassidish boys - seem surprised and somewhat unnerved to realize girls might do. (Someone, please help me with that sentence. It is structured horribly, but its 12:58 and I have no patience for reconstructing it. Also, will someone please help me figure what the word for remodeling a dress is?)
I still remember talking to a bochur once about what I like to drink, and being rather amused at his thinly veiled horror.
Ironically enough, when it comes to cursing, I am more shocked to hear a boy (especially bochurim) curse than when I hear women curse. When I hear women curse, it's usually one of my friends. It's one of those things we do in our more private conversations. I don't usually have that many private conversations with men, so less overhearing of cursing, ergo, when I do hear a guy curse, it's in public, and I feel the shock value of a crude word more severely.
Ok.
I have voided my brain of those thoughts.
Maybe tomorrow I'll ease into a post that delves a little deeper into the workings of my current psycho-emotional status.