As a writer (I still have to stop myself from saying ‘English major’. psh, more like English degree. bitches) I believe that all words are not created equal. I believe that, as some famous writer who I’ll look up later said, ”The difference between the right word and the almost-right word is the difference between the lightning and the lightning-bug.” This perfectly describes how I—TWAIN! It was Mark Twain who said that. Sorry, back to business—feel about words. Which has gotten me into more than a few fights:
“Yeah, that’s what I said.”
“No. You didn’t use those words, so you said something completely different.”
“Ok, well it’s basically what I said. That’s what I meant.”
“But…but…..no! You didn’t use those words…so that’s not what you said. The gaping difference is glaringly obvious, why does this not bother you!”
It has taken me a long time to realize that not everyone obsesses over every possible connotation of each word used..maybe that’s what makes you a writer.
That being said, I firmly believe that sometimes the absolutely necessary and only acceptable word for a sentence is, in fact, ‘fuck.’
Even ‘shit.’ You get the idea. Sometimes the only way to truly express your thought, in its purest form, is with the help of some language that might make your grandmother cringe.
Would Rhett’s parting words sting quite as sharply if they were, “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a darn”?
Exactly, which is why movies that are edited for TV sound so off-putting. Well, that and the fact that the replacement cuss words seem to come from the producer’s strictly religious Sunday school teacher.