Friday, May 10, 2002

The minor demographic of the great unwashed that makes heavy use of vulgarity are a constant source of amusement for me. I'm not sure if this is a recent thing, but the advective (and often pronoun) of choice has shifted from the relatively tame "damn" to the abrasive and hard-consanant-ending "f^ck" (I've altered the word not out of modesty, but out of the desire to keep my search engine hits to a minimum). Certainly, they can't be aware that they're regularly using it in casual conversation. I long for the days (if they ever existed) where people were careful with the language they brandished.

Case in point: I was striding through the +15s today as I passed a teanage grunge-goth couple, ambling through the overhead walkways of our fair city. I am about three meters ahead of them when she says to he: "... an' I was over at her f^cking house, and I left my f^cking boots there. That was last week, an' she won't gimme my f^cking boots back."

Still striding along, I turned to look at them and said, "You have special boots for f^cking?? Cool."

She gave me the quizzical, raised-eyebrow Elvis snarl, then about two seconds later, he guffawed. I live for moments like that. Do you think I reached either of them?

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