Archive for February 2006

screw(s)

So, I meant to take pictures of it when it happened, but I’m not nearly as flickr.lic.ious as some of my friends.

I hurt my ankle during a rookie snowboarding outing a few days after (or maybe it was before) Christmas. I hurt it badly enough that after the adrenaline surge wore off, I knew I needed to go to the ER. X-Rays were negative, and the doc said I had a bad sprain. They sent me home with an ice pack, a pair of cruches and some high-potency Motrin tablets.

Eight weeks later, I can walk without my crutches, but not more than a couple of blocks. And I can’t run at all, not even to hurry across an intersection when the light is changing.

Last week, I went for an MRI, and now it turns out I have a couple of small fractures. I have to see an orthopedic surgeon next week, and there’s a good chance I’ll have to have a couple of screws put into my ankle – or at least a boot or cast for a while.

:(

fuck

Did that get your attention?

That’s the name of the movie I saw last night, as part of the San Francisco Independent Film Festival. It’s a documentary about the word, not a portrayal of the act, so don’t be offended.

Or be offended. That’s the power of fuck I suppose.

After indulging in Monday’s all-you-can-eat pizza night at Goat Hill with my nerd friends, I took my favorite girl to the perfect Valentine’s Day date movie.

It explored the modern history of this most versatile word through anecdotes and interviews with a variety of notables, including Ice T, Pat Boone, Sam Donaldson, Judith Martin, Bill Maher, Hunter S. Thompson, Sandra Tsing Lo, and dozens of other actors, directors, commedians, linguists, news commentators, politicians, scholars and people on the street.

It gathered some of the most famous fucks ever uttered in film and television. And in real life, from the likes of Lenny Bruce, Richard Nixon, Bono, Dick Cheney and both George Bushes.

The word of course makes a most forceful denunciation (fuck you or fuck off) or insult (fucker, dumbfuck or fuckhead), but it also works perfectly to emphasize (abso-fucking-lutely), sometimes to seduce (fuck me) and often simply to interject (fuck!). It can be almost any – and every – word in a sentence. Sometimes it simply feels good to say it. Sometimes it’s the only word that seems to work at all.

We worry about our society’s children hearing it or, god forbid, saying it, and great pains are taken to protect them. But we all learned it eventually – mostly on the street and not from movies or television or music as commonly decried by the self-appointed advocates of common decency and family values.

Ultimately, however, we need the word, and we need it to continue to have the power that it does. So I hope Lenny Bruce is the last person ever jailed for saying it, and I hope the FCC is never successful in levying another fine against someone for exercising his first ammendment right to utter it.

But may it always offend the moral majority, in every context.

And may it always offend the rest of us whenever our children and grandmothers are around.

Because it would be tragic if fuck became just another word.