My fiancee is of the supreme belief that “I need to have SOMETHING to worry about.”
Trust me, I fretted over the use of the “F-word” in that last blog. For a girl who worked a stint at a Catholic Elementary/Middle School, volunteers by teaching dance at a Lutheran Church and generally lives a G-rated life in an R-rated world, dropping an “F-bomb” in a public forum is no laughing matter.
But then I consider my influences: have you seen the stand up comedy of Danny Tanner? And, I’m sad to bring this up because I still prefer to see him as a positive black influence in this racially adolescent country… Bill Cosby…. a single “F-bomb” is mild in comparison.
I still remember the first time I uttered the S-word in my sentient memory (despite this story, it was apparently one of my first words, but that’s another story): I swam head first, eyes shut, full force into the wall of a pool. It hurt. A lot. I came out of the water and remember uttering “Shit” to no one else within ear shot.
When I had a monologue in high school where the character cursed and it was a character trait because she was “unrefined,” it was pointed out to me how awkward I sounded when I cursed. So I practiced it. And it was worth it. That monologue got me pretty far into the college audition process…. But here I am, teaching children, A LOT, and amazingly I do not curse in front of them. Granted, on some particularly frustrating days, I sound like my Marine Corps. dad, maybe even worse.
Nonetheless, I do not write profanity. So, the inclusion of a particular curse word in that last entry… did not come without serious consideration.
Thank you.
Erika Diane 