18 April 2007
Here is an observation I have made recently. I have been perusing blogs outside my typical circle. There are some funny, insightful women - mamas like me. Some homeschoolers, some not. Some Christians, some not. I have found some fascinating blogs, ones that I have bookmarked and want to read again and again. There are others that are, well, um not to be prudish but they make me feel like I need to take a shower after reading them. I am not sure when the f-word became such a popular adjective, or why one specific blogger has so many euphemisms that correlate to the kicking of an a-- with complete neglect of every other part of the body. How about wringing a neck once in a while, kicking a shin, or maybe pulling some hair? I live in the real world too. I am out in public. The vernacular that seems to permeate a certain segment of the blogging community is generally only heard on the streets in certain company. I am admittedly saying that I have a knee-jerk reaction to pain or frustration, and the words are always there whether they come out of my mouth or shoot through my brain. It isn't so much the words - because in my humble opinion - who decided what words were on "the list" of curse words - and yet at the same time, I strive not to offend others. Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks (or in this case the fingers type) - and it isn't the word but the malignant heart that is offensive. BUT seriously, can we, as bloggers, broaden our horizons in the scope of writing and language? It takes so little creativity to swim at the bottom of the toilet bowl.