As I posted yesterday, my life has been reasonably boring lately. Not quiet however, since Curly is now out of school, and Guitar Hero is playing his electric guitar sans headphones even after I’ve yelled downstairs for him to wear them. (It’s not that he plays badly, it’s just that he’s practicing scales and the same frickin’ rhythms over and over and over again. When he actually plays songs I can recognize, I can tune him out.)
And speaking of ‘frickin’… there’s been a lot of press/blogging lately about the cursing/swearing in literature lately. I’ve even had a few discussions about it with my mother — who objected to me letting my boys reading Harry Potter because it contained the word blimey which to her is an awful word (It’s a derivation of an old phrase God Blind Me)
Now despite my mother’s efforts to raise me as a proper ‘lady’ (HA!), or maybe in spite of my mother’s efforts, I swear like a sailor. And I’m getting worse as I get older. I never used to swear – honest, I used to curb my tongue when my boys were younger, but once kids go to school they get exposed to all the worst words and they gradually got more and more daring in their langauge at home. (Before you get all up in arms, they’re 17 and 23, not toddlers – who I do not find adorable when they use the F word, by the way.) In the last couple of years, I gave up and let my inner demons loose. It just feels better to get rid of the pent up frustration in letting loose with a good curse word. The heck on my mother’s repeated mantra that cursing shows a lack of vocabulary. Does that mean every other word rhymes with duck? No, but sometimes only a good solid curse works when you stub your toe or someone cuts you off in traffic.
So I had to chuckle when I read this blog about why another author, Cornelia Read, lets her characters use words that rhyme with duck.