Some people say the most wonderful things, constantly. My brain soaks them up as a sponge would spilt milk. Their tongue’s dance amongst words in the most absurd of ways, placing unusual adjectives next to an array of animal and plant references, or word combinations with deliberate shock abilities. Watching them search for the right word, quickly, and in as much satire as sweetness, is gorgeous. It’s as though your getting a name present. Every time, your called something different when you see this person. It is totally refreshing, exciting, and unexpected. It makes my day.
Yesterday I got, ‘Pumpkin Cunt’.
‘And the word widely considered to be the most derogatory, the most violent, the most abusive? ‘Cunt’. Naomi Wolf, Vagina: A New Biography
The C word. A word that makes me feel slightly, ick. Usually. It’s aggressive. And has extreme shock value. But next to the word pumpkin, it became something different, a new light, a new perspective. A warmer pumpkin hue. It was cute. Questioning whether pumpkins had cunts, the wordsmith and I, both agreed, yeah they kind of do. Multiple grooves around their waist, looking very much like cunts. Or vagina’s.
When doing a little research on the word, I stumbled across The Origins of the word Cunt, a lovely comic about how one imagines a ‘small, economy car from the mid-1980’s’ when they hear the word cunt, and a Facebook page called ‘The word ‘cunt’ is slowly replacing the word ‘mate’ in Australian society’. Which I found all quite enriching and amusing. Of course, I pressed the like button. Curious to see what kind of posts it will fill my newsfeed with.
But it’s some what true, though. And not sadly true, just true. It’s common to hear people calling each other ‘cunts’. Just the other day on the bus, I overheard a group of rowdy youth throwing this word around like a ball in basketball game. Obviously, fuelled by alcohol, this word seeps more readily.
Personally, it’s not offensive. I couldn’t care less, what you say, or to whom. It’s your choice of lingo. Everyone in society seems to have an immense capacity to take things personally, almost all the time. That’s more so the issue, than the choice of words. But various ways of communication amongst human being’s is interesting. If we all spoke the same, how boring would that be. I think the best part is watching other members of society get squeamish and raising either one or both eye brows. Making judgmental remarks under breath, that achieve absolutely nothing but wasted space, where oxygen could have been left.