Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Easy Cocktails from the Cursing Mommy: New Yorker humour

If you are offended by what my mother called "language" (in a highly disapproving tone), you will not enjoy this New Yorker piece, so don't effing read it.

WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE; DISTURBING PORTRAYAL OF PARENTAL ROLE
The rest of you, click here for
Ian Frazier's "Easy Cocktails From the Cursing Mommy".

10 comments:

Deja Pseu said...

Pretty $*#&%@(# funny!

LPC said...

Oh my gosh. Mommy blogging in the New Yorker. Who knew. My favorite expletive series is *effing hell!*

~Tessa~Scoffs said...

I linked this one on my blog too! So funny! It inspired me to buy a bottle of Rose's.

materfamilias said...

Thanks for the chuckle! I'm finding, lamentably, that my stomach works better if I keep the drinking to a minimum, but at least there has been no link established between "language"-- as your mother calls it -- and health (or if there has, don't tell me)

Lisa said...

Honestly, I couldn't finish reading it. It's too hard to follow the story with all the f bombs thrown in. I'm sure some will think I'm being priggish, but I really dislike current society's fondness for finding humor in unbridled vulgarity. I may thrown out curse word occasionally, but at least when I do those around know it really means something.

Duchesse said...

Lisa: Normally I don't either! But for some reason it did crack me up.

Stafford Wife said...

I agree with Lisa. : ) I am sure there are plenty of witty writers out there who could turn out a much more entertaining story without all of the swear words. It reads as if it was written by a teenager!

Maggie said...

Duchesse, I enjoyed the article very much.
In an essay, Marie Brennan calls the "F" word our new Swiss Army Knife of popular profanity. It pretty much can transform into any part of speech. I remember the first time I heard it spoken aloud in a school teacher's room. I knew then we had gone to hell in a hand basket. Remember when swearing was something truckdrivers did? Or at least that was what my mother always said. Although, her family could toss a few bom mots around with the best of them. Once used fo emphasis, or to sound cool, most of these words seem to have lost their umph. If you see a wince, it's probably due to disgust with some people's limited vocabulary. What's acceptable in polite society has certainly changed, but thankfully there are still some taboos and always will be.

Duchesse said...

Maggie: Cursing Mommy is funny to me because of the unhinged-more-every-moment tone, to which I personally (when my children were small) can relate. Though I never used such language out loud, I certainly thought it, and sometimes snuck an extra glass of "cooking wine".

I too wince and tire of the repetitive use of the f-word.

dana said...

Was someone listening to my inner dialogue during dinner solo with my three under 7? (ahem)

But that was written by someone named Ian, who last I checked, couldn't be a mommy. What gives?