The ‘effin’ ‘ef’ word.
I’m the first to admit that I have a potty mouth. Some days, well, lately, it seems like every other word out of my mouth is the ‘ef’ word. It’s not my fault! It’s the way I was raised!
No, not really. I was raised to be quite lady-like, but that’s one thing I’m not - know how to be…can be if it’s really important…but these days the ‘ef’ word fits the bill. I need an appropriate and very descriptive expression of my inner frustration and outer hair pulling. And it’s use is probably good for my cardiovascular system.
My website seems to be on the mend after a three-week long ethersphere illness - not quite up to par but improving daily thanks to two hard-working professionals.
But you know, what really got to me was something so insignificant that it is ridiculous for me to even think about it. I entered a writing contest and received the critiques from four judges. Fortunately for me, I guess, the contest coordinators dropped the lowest score. I had three fab scores and one so low as to be an ‘ef’. If this was high school, I would have failed the class. I read the critique from the low scoring judge, figuring I might learn a thing or two. I learned, in reading this judge’s own words, that he or she was offended by my use of the ‘ef’ word, so offended, in fact, that she couldn’t read the story. Which makes me wonder why oh why did this person volunteer to read an erotic romance. Erotica is loaded with words, that in my opinion, are waaaaay worse than the ‘ef’ word.
Besides, the ‘ef’ word is a good, solid all-purpose Anglo-Saxon word with multiple levels of meaning and many appropriate uses. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t resort to the ‘ef’ word under the appropriate circumstances!
