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.
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Mary Norris on profanity in The New Yorker: http://nyr.kr/OArE2z (via newyorker)
“A lovely thing in general, but very much agreed on the specifics. Stop putting asterisks in things or coming up with euphemisms. Just say it already. There aren’t a lot of writing things that drive me more nuts than to see “f**king” used by someone over the age of 10.” — barthel
The day the New York Times drops a “fuck” in print will be the day I move to Canada.
(Source: newyorker.com, via barthel)
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