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”It no longer occurs to me to query the use of four-letter words, even when they are used gratuitously, as in “I missed the fucking bus.” I used to be a prude, but now I am a ruined woman. We had a discussion in the copy department a few weeks ago about how to style the euphemism: Shall it be “f”-word,” f word, f-word, “F” word, F word, or F-word? I don’t like any of them. Fuck euphemisms. Get on the goddam fucking bus.
Mary Norris on profanity in The New Yorker: http://nyr.kr/OArE2z (via newyorker)
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I’m sick of rap songs telling me what to do… “Bend over! Slap your ass, girl! Drop it like it’s hot!” Yeah, I’m gonna write a song back and be like, “Boooooy, brush your teeth! Yeah boy. Bump that jacket off your back. I’m fucking cold as shit.”
(Source: sea-hag)
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”Most of us only find our own voices after we’ve sounded like a lot of other people.
Neil Gaiman Addresses the University of the Arts Class of 2012
