Hahahaha! This is amazing! I must admit that before I went to Uni, I never EVER used that word. It made me cringe and when others used it, it made me think to myself "surely you can express yourself without having to resort to using such a disgusting word". Fast forward 3 years (after meeting several people who couldn't go a day without using it)... When I'm having a heated discussion or just really frustrated, no word gives me more satisfaction!
It's even better when you hear it in different accents. I've heard it being said in a Northern accent, Bristolian accent and Brummie accent. Good times
I don't see why, morally, cunt is the sweariest word there is, given that cunts have always been really very kind to me. In fact, some have gone out of there way to be nothing but accommodating.
That's why I'd like to have an exhibition or make a photography book called Cunts I Have Known. It which would be pictures of the ladies' underparts I have known, with a little story about each, in reverse chronological order. Ending with my mum's, naturally.
Hahahaha! This is amazing! I must admit that before I went to Uni, I never EVER used that word. It made me cringe and when others used it, it made me think to myself "surely you can express yourself without having to resort to using such a disgusting word". Fast forward 3 years (after meeting several people who couldn't go a day without using it)... When I'm having a heated discussion or just really frustrated, no word gives me more satisfaction!
ReplyDeleteIt's even better when you hear it in different accents. I've heard it being said in a Northern accent, Bristolian accent and Brummie accent. Good times
I'm sure I've already told you this, but:
ReplyDeleteI don't see why, morally, cunt is the sweariest word there is, given that cunts have always been really very kind to me. In fact, some have gone out of there way to be nothing but accommodating.
That's why I'd like to have an exhibition or make a photography book called Cunts I Have Known. It which would be pictures of the ladies' underparts I have known, with a little story about each, in reverse chronological order. Ending with my mum's, naturally.