It's Just Language
The expression "boy howdy" makes me want to punch someone.
Which is only slightly worse than my old time hated expression "golly"
Which just put this into my head:
"Golly wanna chew a pollywog?"
It always puts something awful in my head.
I hate the expression "good clean fun" or "good clean...(insert word here)" which always has a distinctively Christian taint to it to me. Or it reminds me of people's nostalgic view of "the good ol' days" when no one used swear words or made raunchy jokes or ever knew what an AK47 was...you know, back when life was golden and children never died and violence was just a twinkle in Satan's eye...
Which was never real. Our grandparents did not live the golden life. It also implies that anything non-homogeneous or colorful or edgy is DIRTY. As in BAD. As in DIRTY.
I said that twice for emphasis. So yes, I really do hate all that that expression implies. I hate the ideal it embraces. White bread and milk for dinner.
Hmm, part of my dislike for it must be because it makes me think of milk which is only good for putting into baked goods. But wholesome phlegmy milk in a tall glass going to a grown person's lips... repulses me beyond belief.
words like starlings nesting out of reach
taunting with a quick flick of wing and gloss
disappearing into the dark cracked chimney
So it begins again. The beginning must be rewritten for strength many times. If I can be counted in words when I die I'll be counted well.
Which is only slightly worse than my old time hated expression "golly"
Which just put this into my head:
"Golly wanna chew a pollywog?"
It always puts something awful in my head.
I hate the expression "good clean fun" or "good clean...(insert word here)" which always has a distinctively Christian taint to it to me. Or it reminds me of people's nostalgic view of "the good ol' days" when no one used swear words or made raunchy jokes or ever knew what an AK47 was...you know, back when life was golden and children never died and violence was just a twinkle in Satan's eye...
Which was never real. Our grandparents did not live the golden life. It also implies that anything non-homogeneous or colorful or edgy is DIRTY. As in BAD. As in DIRTY.
I said that twice for emphasis. So yes, I really do hate all that that expression implies. I hate the ideal it embraces. White bread and milk for dinner.
Hmm, part of my dislike for it must be because it makes me think of milk which is only good for putting into baked goods. But wholesome phlegmy milk in a tall glass going to a grown person's lips... repulses me beyond belief.
Much Later
with the book spread out mentally, changing by the second
how do I catch it?words like starlings nesting out of reach
taunting with a quick flick of wing and gloss
disappearing into the dark cracked chimney
So it begins again. The beginning must be rewritten for strength many times. If I can be counted in words when I die I'll be counted well.
Comments (1)
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Posted by dawn | May 31, 2010 7:24 AM
Posted on May 31, 2010 07:24