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Whoops, so 3 months have past. Doh! And other exclamations.
Guess Easter happened, then life happened, then I had loads of early summer travel and now my kids are visiting and soon they’ll be leaving again. Which means, well not sure what it means other than I’ll be super sad and in need of lots of ice cream and rom-com movies. And funny things to read. And and and, my kids to never leave and always be with me. Le sigh.
I have loads of things to post, lots of pictures to share (if I ever get around to editing them) but right now I’m in my end of summer funk. And as I said to my kids to night, the end of summer is all of the evil things in the world rolled into one. Basically the end of summer is the opposite of bacon.
I decided over Easter to take a break from blogging and posting and thinking in general. It’s funny, if I’m not pouring into this blog thing, no one pays attention. Which is fine, but I needed a slight break.
Then today some dodgy food kept me home from work. Which has absolutely nothing to do with taking a break. Just thought you’d like to know.
Basically, I needed to look about and try to not see an interesting story for here. Which was nice. But now hopefully posting back to normal.
Confession:
I love to swear.
There are few things as pleasurable as linking up the situation with the perfect combination of curse words. Some may believe that ‘profanity is a sign of a poor vocabulary’ and I couldn’t disagree more. I read an obscene amount, good books, long books. Books with big words in them. So I’d like to think I have an above average vocabulary. I certainly know that Stu accuses me of making up words all the time, which I don’t. Normally.
So poor vocabulary isn’t why I like to swear. Neither is that fact that for 10 years I thought it was a sin to swear or take the Lord’s name in vain. I’m not making up for lost time, Jesus Christ! Mark Twain once said, “Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.” I’m fairly certain the lords of profanity are more likely to hear you than any other deity.
No, swearing for me is just something I do. Sometimes it’s the only profound way to express myself. Occasionally it’s to alleviate pain. (Go on, just try to say fudge instead of fuck next time you stub your toe.) And about half the time, I find it hilarious. The reaction I get when someone see’s little ol’ me drop a string of profanity that’d make a sailor blush. It’s brilliant.
I think Stephen Fry probably said it best:
Swearing is a really important part of one’s life. It would be impossible to imagine going through life without swearing and without enjoying swearing… There used to be mad, silly, prissy people who used to say swearing was a sign of a poor vocabulary -such utter nonsense. The people I know who swear the most tend to have the widest vocabularies and the kind of person who says swearing is a sign of a poor vocabulary usually have a pretty poor vocabulary themselves… The sort of twee person who thinks swearing is in any way a sign of a lack of education or a lack of verbal interest or -is just a fucking lunatic… I haven’t met anybody who’s truly shocked at swearing, really, they’re only shocked on behalf of other people. Well, you know, that’s preposterous… or they say ‘it’s not necessary’. As if that should stop one doing it! It’s not necessary to have coloured socks, it’s not necessary for this cushion to be here, but is anyone going to write in and say ‘I was shocked to see that cushion there, it really wasn’t necessary’? No, things not being necessary is what makes life interesting -the little extras in life.
- Stephen Fry on the joys of swearing. Stephen Fry: Guilty, BBC4, September 8th 2007
I’m sure part of it is that in my current job I am the only girl who works there, and my last job got pretty stressful. Though, they are not the crux of why I swear. No, I swear for me. I also use big words for me. Because they express what I want to say. Just as there are the people who eschews profanity of any sort, I embrace it. And those who don’t like it, can fuck off.
I’m a sucker for anything funny. Which is why the internet is just the bestest place for me. It’s riddled with funny. I mean, things go viral, it’s like a humor disease.
I especially like funny when I’m a) bored b) really bored c) breathing d) sad and e) every emotion in between. So, finding Jenna Marbles on YouTube is a god send. It’s like the universe knew exactly what I look for in my humor. Funny girl posts hilarious videos and swears a lot. I’M IN!
It all start with What Girls Do In The Car and it spiraled out for control from there. I do believe I’ve watched all or at least most of her videos in the last 3 days. Using my spare time for something useful be damned, I just wanted to laugh. And laugh I did. She also posts new videos each Wednesday, yay for consistency!
So, with out further ado and blustering, allow me to introduce to Jenna Marbles and What Girls Do In The Car.
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