Fucking fuckers.

I like some words. Fuck is the only word in the English language that can be used nicely in the middle of a word or phrase. Police-fucking-sirens. Light-fucking-switches. Bliz-fucking-zard. Plus, it feels good to use. My mom told me this story about her alleged hippy years. She and some fellow daisy wearing youngster went to a concert of some still-legendary musicians. The between song banter by the band was powerful. It commanded the crowd into a chant. Remember, these are the people from the time of the California cult age. Anyways, lack of self-will aside, the band had hundreds chanting F-U-C-K. My mom, take this with a grain of salt (or whole table spoon, as she likes on her boiled eggs) suggests that this was the first time many of them had ever used the word. Neat story and instead of making the F-word more sacred to me, saying ‘fuck’ makes me feel empowered by an imagined ancient group of first wave feminists.