Category Archives: f-word

but i do, i do give a fuck!

in honor of ‘i don’t give a fuck day’ on facebook, here’s a link. check it out if you want to. or not. i really don’t give a fuck.

(actually, i do give a fuck, and that’s my problem. i care too much about things i can do little or nothing about. and that’s one reason why my rsvp for this event on facebook was a ‘maybe’. i probably do give a fuck, which is why i will be up at 6 am on a saturday morning trying to sell some of my shit in a yard sale. if i didn’t give a fuck, why would i even bother? the other reason i chose ‘maybe’ was that perhaps tomorrow morning i’ll wake up and really won’t give a fuck. not likely, but it could happen. so, i’ll play along, either way, because of my need, as a 46-year-old nerdy woman of color, to be with the in crowd for once.)

peripherally related, i use the word actually way too much (see the beginning of the previous paragraph), in writing and in conversation. maybe to break myself of that habit, instead of writing or saying ‘actually’, i’ll start saying ‘well fuck…’ it could work: ‘well fuck, i do give a fuck…’ i’ve tested it out in my head in other instances when i’ve caught myself using ‘actually’, and it worked then too. of course i couldn’t do it at work and other places where i might want to appear somewhat professional. the main downside would be that i’d be dropping the f-bomb more than i already do. i don’t have a problem with f-bombs, unless it seems that’s all you know how to say. and my saying ‘well fuck’ all the time might put me into that category of seeming to have a ghetto-esque vocabulary. so we shall see. (and i think the fact that i used the made up phrase ‘ghetto-esque vocabulary’ might prove that my vocabulary is not ghetto-esque.)

i use parentheses too much also. as a matter of fact, at one point i thought of renaming this blog ‘parenthetical thoughts’ but that name was actually already taken. well fuck.

more f*ckery

(yeah, as far as nablopomo goes, i’m out. i hope i’m not making excuses here, but i sit in front of a computer every day for at least 7+ hours. i don’t want to come home and turn on a computer and be forced to write in the evenings after staring at a screen all day.)

continuing in the spirit of my last post on the word ‘fuck’, i’m going to repost something i wrote back in 2006 on my now defunct blog ‘books music food’ formerly hosted by bloglines. it’s mostly something of a treatise on the use and misuse of the f-word, and how it loses its meaning if it’s continually used (and i guess i’m at the risk of doing something similar here…).

fucking for dummies

I have a friend who has read my blog and made the comment that I am ‘brave’ because I used the ‘f word’ in a public forum where it could be read by anyone.  I’ve thought a lot about his comment (incidentally he made several other comments about my blogging that were quite complementary) and realized that I disagreed with him (on this one comment only).  Saying the word ‘fuck’, or many of its variations, in public is no sign of bravery; indeed the brave thing is to be able to converse with another person without using it.  In my travels throughout a typical day, whether it’s on the city bus, in the grocery store, being around loved ones, or complete strangers, it’s a rare occasion where I can go without hearing the words fuck, fucked, fucking, motherfucker, or a poor excuse for an euphemism, such as freakin’, flippin’, frickin’ (these usually uttered by an adolescent whose parent is somewhere nearby).  Thankfully I’m in a workplace where some sort of professionalism prevails, but otherwise I feel like my poor little virgin ears (sarcasm) are assailed most places I go.

Trust me, I’m not a prude and I can throw about the f-word with the best of them.  In a heated moment (and define heated however you wish), I can and will introduce the word into a given situation as warranted.  A good percentage of the music I listen to and the fiction I read (and the nonfiction for that matter) has a noticeable presence of the word.  However, I truly believe there is a time and place for everything, and that includes profanity.  It seems to me that a definite downside about excessive use of this word is that it loses meaning when heard and used all the time.  I know people who literally will use the word ‘fucking’ at least one time per sentence.  (I’ve heard sentences like, ‘I fuckin’ hope it don’t fuckin’ rain again to-fuckin’-day.)  So how is one to know if you are truly upset about something or need to make a significant point if you are constantly fucking up your sentences with this word?

Also, excessive use of the word shows me that you really don’t have anything worthwhile to say, so you’re just filling up spaces between your meaningless words.  Instead you are making yourself look low-class and just plain trashy, with a minimal education and vocabulary, even if you have an advanced degree.

I do understand the need and place for the word; all I ask is that people only say it when they really mean it.  And if you take issue with anything that’s been said on this topic, please, go fuck yourself.  (Just kidding…)

On a related note, I have another friend who is currently living in Ireland.  She recently told me of a milder version of the word fuck, ‘feck’, that people use in pretty much the same way as fuck, except the meaning is not so intense.  So I’ve been amusing myself and others (getting on other’s nerves is probably more like it) by using it in conversation on occasion.

In completely unrelated stuff, here is what I’m currently reading: Collected Fictions by Jorge Borges, The Middle Mind: Why Americans Can’t Think for Themselves by Curtis White, and still working on The Devil Never Sleeps by Codrescu.  I’m also trying to listen to a 3 cd lecture by writer, activist, and anarchist Derrick Jensen entitled The Other Side of Darkness, where Jensen discusses injustice and what humans are doing to the planet and each other.  The only problem is that these days I don’t have time to listen, but I guess I need to find it somewhere, because he’s incredible.  I would recommend to anyone a couple of books of his, The Culture of Make-Believe (on how Americans are in denial about racism) and A Language Older Than Words (about his experiences with child abuse and how those experiences really are a metaphor for what western civilization is doing to the planet).  He doesn’t really give answers in these books, both of which are rather lengthy, but that’s one problem with Americans; we always seem to look to other people to solve our problems, instead of looking at what we can do to begin to fix things.  (But now I’m digressing…)  On the other hand, according to Jensen, he thinks it’s too late and we’re fucked no matter what we do.  Whether you agree with that or not, I think Jensen gives a much needed dose of reality and would be well worth an investment of time.


it’s f’n day 10 of nablopomo

…and even though i’ve had a lame post here and there this month, i think working on the discipline to write something daily has been a good thing.

anyhoo, last night i saw the funniest video, a talk by the controversial hindu spiritual guru, osho. this talk was about the word ‘fuck’, which happens to be one of my favorite words in the english language. (seriously.) its versatility knows no bounds (just ask george carlin). and in this video, osho gives his listeners some examples of that versatility.

another excuse to drop the f-bomb

i love the word ‘fuck’, and all that it stands for, although admittedly my favorite word of the seven words you can’t say is ‘motherfucker’. i love the way it just rolls off the tongue, and the way it is spoken by samuel l. jackson is an artform unto itself.

but, i’m digressing here. as most of you know, recently a new york court of appeals ruled that the fleeting use of profanity is not a punishable offense by the fcc. fuckin’-a! this is one minor victory in getting the government out of our lives in some small measure, and putting the responsibility back on parents as far as controlling what their children are exposed to, either through technologies such as the v-chip or through the old-fashioned discipline of just allowing them to watch tv at certain times.

check out this article from slate.com on a very brief history of the word fuck, and for a more in depth expose on the true meaning of fucking, read ‘the -fword’ by jesse shiedlower.

an oldie but goodie

the following is from a post i did about a year ago at another blog i’ve just let shrivel up and die. i’m reposting it here because of the ‘fuck censorship’ post i did earlier today. it was titled ‘fucking for dummies’, a little diatribe on misusage of the f-word. a year later, i’m realizing that maybe i should take my own advice. 🙂

fucking for dummies

I have a friend who has read my blog and made the comment that I am ‘brave’ because I used the ‘f word’ in a public forum where it could be read by anyone. I’ve thought a lot about his comment (incidentally he made several other comments about my blogging that were quite complementary) and realized that I disagreed with him (on this one comment only). Saying the word ‘fuck’, or many of its variations, in public is no sign of
bravery; indeed the brave thing is to be able to converse with another person without using it. In my travels throughout a typical day, whether it’s on the city bus, in the grocery store, being around loved ones, or complete strangers, it’s a rare occasion where I can go without hearing the words fuck, fucked, fucking, motherfucker, or a poor excuse for an euphemism, such as freakin’, flippin’, frickin’ (these usually uttered by an adolescent whose parent is somewhere nearby). Thankfully I’m in a workplace where some sort of professionalism prevails, but otherwise I feel like my poor little virgin ears (sarcasm) are assailed most places I go.

Trust me, I’m not a prude and I can throw about the f-word with the best of them. In a heated moment (and define heated however you wish), I can and will introduce the word into a given situation as warranted. A good percentage of the music I listen to and the fiction I read (and the nonfiction for that matter) has a noticeable presence of the word. I truly believe there is a time and place for everything, and that includes profanity. It seems to me that a definite downside about excessive use of this word is that it loses meaning when heard and used all the time. I know people who literally will use the word ‘fucking’ at least one time per sentence. (I’ve heard sentences like, ‘I fuckin’ hope it don’t fuckin’ rain again to-fuckin’-day.) So how is one to know if you are truly upset about something or need to make a significant point if you are constantly
fucking up your sentences with this word?

Also, excessive use of the word shows me that you really don’t have anything worthwhile to say, so you’re just filling up spaces between your meaningless words. Instead you are making yourself look low-class and just plain trashy, with a minimal education and vocabulary, even if you have an advanced degree.

I do understand the need and place for the word; all I ask is that people only say it when they really mean it. And if you take issue with anything that’s been said on this topic, please, go fuck yourself. (Just kidding…)

On a related note, I have another friend who is currently living in Ireland. She recently told me of a milder version of the word fuck, ‘feck’, that people use in pretty much the same way as fuck, except the meaning is not so intense. So I’ve been amusing myself and others (getting on other’s nerves is probably more like it) by using it in conversation on occasion.

fuck censorship

okay, originally i was going to do a post about this story taking place just down the road from me in topeka, kansas. a state worker was threatened with being fired because of a ‘fuck war’ bumper sticker on her car, but kansas governor kathleen sebelius stood up for this worker’s free speech rights by saying she shouldn’t be fired for expressing her opinion. very cool.

as i am writing this, i am at work, which is in a public library. i had planned to link to a photo of the bumper sticker, as i’ve previously seen it in a number of online shops. however, the child protection filters won’t let me open the actual item, in order to link to it. i do understand the need for filters in a library, especially when it comes to p*rnography, even though the word in this case is not being used in a p*rnographic sense. i also understand that filters of course cannot differentiate what is a p*rnographic meaning and what is not. however, i am bit disturbed that within this institution that champions free speech i’m finding it nearly impossible to open this link that has more to do with political expression than of something dirty.

for me, the issue goes even deeper than that. i find it very interesting that to the general public the word ‘fuck’ is unacceptable, but ‘war’ is okay, even acceptable, even promoted. ‘fuck’ can have some very good meanings (which would be considered p*ornographic, especially if done right), but when used in the context as with this bumpersticker, it’s clearly meant as an expression of abhorrent distaste for war in general. on the other hand, ‘war’ can never be good. i’m not saying that there aren’t times when it’s not necessary. defense of our country is legitimate reason to fight a war, although don’t get me started on the idea that 9/11 was an attack on our country from the outside, let alone that iraq had anything to do with it. frankly, the war in which we find ourselves currently entangled did not have to happen. still, even the winning side in a war has its share of losses, not to mention the innocent bystanders affected, yet the concept of armed conflict between two states at whatever expense in lives and money seems to be something we can live with (as long as the conflict is not taking place on our soil, of course).