When the f-word rode into town in the early 1960s on his Harley, with his leather jacket, and fresh tattoos, he was everybody’s darling. People just couldn’t get enough of him. He could take people’s breath away just by showing up in a book or on a stage and flexing his muscles.
Now he looks a lot like the late Elvis. The extra-wide seat on his Harley isn’t extra enough, and his skull tattoo that used to scare little old ladies is starting to look like Casper the Friendly Ghost. Worse yet, have you noticed how often he brings his mother with him when he makes his appearances? I mean, what other curse word does that? I can just hear all the other tough words saying, “Hey, Mr. F-word, where’s your mommy today?”
Eventually people are going to tire of him, and stop inviting him over. I won’t feel sorry for him though. He has a cozy retirement home waiting for him over at the OED.
7 thoughts on “F-word Fatigue (Part Two)”
So true! The portrait is exact.
Thanks. I’ve grown a bit weary of the word.
On the serious side, I once saw a photo of stocks (used for punishment), in the north east of the US, and on the stocks, there was an engraved legend For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. Is that the source of the great word?
The word is much older and appears as early as the 1500s. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, it is probably a cognate from the Dutch, fokken.
Thank you for that bit of information. I saw the photo many years ago, and often wondered about it.