THE F BOMB
Last night we watched the Academy Awards. It’s a family tradition of ours to order Chinese food and sit down and watch the Oscars. My daughter and I watch it for the fashion dos and don’ts. We are the home version of What not to Wear.
The biggest news of the Academy awards was when Melissa Leo who won for the Fighter dropped the F Bomb. C’mon people is it that big of a deal? Granted it was a bad speech but she was overwhelmed. What person has not let it slip once or twice? I know that I have. When my daughter was around the age of four she had pneumonia and we were on the way to the doctor. She was running a fever, throwing up in the back of the car, and I hadn’t slept for three days. I’m driving down the street and there was an accident so I take an alternate route. Ok, I am on my way making good time, but all of a sudden another driver decides to make a right hand turn from the left hand lane cutting me off and leaving me up on a curb. My instinct was to yell out my car window and tell him just what I thought of him. Yes, I said the F word and a few other choice words too. We finally get to the doctors office and I apologized for being late. While the doctor is examining my daughter, my dear sweet child decides she should apologize too. She told the doctor “ sorry we were late but some fucking asshole cut off my mommy.” I was mortified; I had not realized she was paying attention. The doctor and I looked at each other and she could see the horror in my eyes, then she started to laugh. When I was growing up I thought driving and swearing were synonymous. My dad always referenced his ass to the way other people drove. Lenny Bruce once said, “Life is a four letter word” There are times when there are no other words to express just how we feel. Did you know that the F word can be used as a verb, adverb, adjective, interjective, noun, and can logically be used as virtually any word in a sentence according to Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. You have to admit it’s a pretty versatile word.
By now you must think I’m an advocate for swearing and a horrible mother. I ‘M NOT! My husband and I make a conscious effort not to swear in front of our daughter. We have a swear jar, so if one happens to slip you will pay for it. Now that I have written this article I am on the way to the bank so I can make my donation. WTF I’m out of gas.