Letting Life Lead
Truer four letter words were never spoken. Even better than the class I took in the Dark Ages on language and it’s use.
Long ago in a not faraway land there was a kid who had the idea that it was stupid to give symbols, including words, too much power. “It’s just a word,” she’d heard as a child after she’d been teased and bullied by kids at school. “Words can’t hurt you.” She believed it, too.
Apparently some words COULD hurt because years later, when the girl brought some home, mom got incredibly upset, set the girl down for a “talk” and said “Never say that word around me!” The word, of course, was “fuck.” And for saying that word in school? A kid could be put on suspension.
The girl wasn’t stupid. She understood that people gave words this power. She thought it was like witchcraft or voo-doo, spells. She also thought it was stupid.
Then she learned about the Norman Conquest and how speaking English…
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