“Avoid obscenity . . .with rare exception, an obscene word is nothing more than a crude substitute for a better word.” Quientin Crisp & Donald Carroll Doing It With Style (1981)
I’ll confess, I’ve fallen pretty hard back on my old swearing ways post-Lent. I’ve had a rough few weeks, but that’s no excuse. My language is filthy, and it needs to be cleaned up, unless I want to look like this bimbo:
Happy Easter! Lent is over, with $40, a buck per curse word, in the One Great Hour of Sharing envelope. One curse word per day–that’s a considerable change from my usual vulgarity. AWP tried my fortitude considerably, but otherwise, I held pretty strong. Even during G.I. Joe: Retaliation. (I cannot get over how completely idiotic this movie is. It’s become a bit of an obsession.)
But I’m not looking forward to getting back to celebrity gossip and cursing. I won’t have to put a dollar in the kitty each time I do it, but it wasn’t like I was counting down the days until I could drop a casual f-bomb or see what Lindsey Lohan was up to (spoiler alert: no good). I feel a little cleaner, a little less weighed down. It’s a feeling you can only get on Easter Sunday, when the sun is shining and the Peeps are peeping and it finally, finally seems like spring might actually arrive.
Geek Girl Goes Glam 