In-Box

Every morning I wake up to a “Word of the Day” email in my in-box. I know there are more stimulating things a girl could find in her box first thing in the morning, but let’s not get sassy so early in the day. I haven’t even been to the gym yet, so my day hasn’t officially started.
Today’s word is “fuddy-duddy”. (I won’t reprint its definition. If you don’t know what it means, you can look it up on this here internet.) In the Etymology section of the email, the author addresses English-speakers’s love of rhyme, and includes as an example “jeepers-creepers”, noting that it is a euphemism for “Jesus Christ”. This is newsy-woozy to me.
This forces me to reiterate that I am not a fan of euphemism. As you may recall if you’ve been coming here for a while, I believe in just saying the word you really mean. However, insofar as “fuck” (the subject of my original piece) goes, I believe that one good, truly emphatic employment is much more satisfying than many diluted, mindless offerings.
The only exception is when you want to say the “V” word (you know which one I mean … don’t make me say it). All this progress in the world of feminism, and in this respect I must resort to euphemism.
Hell’s bells!