One writer's journey |
Now the second I saw this prompt, I just had to go with it, because, well....you'll see Prompt: Tell us about your favourite swear word. What is it that you like about it? How often do you use it? As my mother would say, "Well holy shit the bed!" And yes, we are talking about my favorite swear word SHIT. I don't know what the appeal is about this word for me. Maybe it's because it's the one bad word I got away with because it's just a tad more tame than dropping an EFF bomb. All I know for sure is that I use it daily, in as many sentences as possible. I'm not joking. My children know they've done good giving me a hard time when I refer to them as little shits. The first few times I went to Lebanon to live there, I remember trying to be really sweet and good, not swearing in English and learning all those delightful swears in Arabic. And let me just insert this here, English swear words do not compare to the Arabic ones. I mean come on, who uses a swear that talks about someone's sisters, vajayjay and makes it come off sounding noble? The Lebanese. That's who! Okay, so me being me, burning food, spilling something, clumsily walking into something it was impossible for me not to swear and my go to is always shit. My mother-in-law asked me what it meant, I translated it to her, which made her laugh. I cannot get the pronunciations down accurately. It wasn't long before she started mimicking me, and then all my in-laws were running around saying shit, and so were their kids. Shit for me is practically like saying hello. When I first got married and would yell shit, R would blow a gasket thinking something was seriously wrong. It's taken him awhile to realize that I could say the word for really no apparent reason at all. My bad. The strangest thing for me is that since Zak got married in December, I've noticed he says it a lot. I've never heard my kids swear really. Well, Danny loves to damn everything, and that still makes me stop in my tracks, but to hear Zak running around saying shit is too new and too bizarre at the moment. In a few months, I'll be the right proud mama, saying, ah, that's my boy! |