Today I thought I’d take a look at the English language. I don’t know about everyone else, but I know that because it is my native tongue I often overlook how beautiful it can be.
Poets, playwrights, and songwriters have made this clear over and over again with countless works. I mean for Christ’s sake, it’s the language of Shakespeare.
But what I witnessed last night made me ashamed of modern English. You can probably guess what’s coming next…yes that’s right…story time!…a warm and fuzzy holiday story really…there’s child-like joy and Christmas carols, Mickey Mouse and the magic of the holidays. So I understand if you want to get cozy before starting this story…I’ll wait while you get your Snuggie, slippers, and cocoa…Everyone comfy?…OK here we go:
Our story begins (and ends) at the Magnificent Mile Light Festival, the official kick-off of the Holiday season as far as Chicago is concerned. It’s a day full of free family friendly events up and down Michigan Avenue. The day culminates in a parade led by Mickey Mouse.
As Mickey makes his way down the avenue the street is literally lit up as Mickey and the throngs of children and their parents help him ring in the holidays.
It’s a crazy, crowded day, but fun and worthwhile to check out at least once (unless you’re agoraphobic or claustrophobic).
OK, getting to the point, amidst all this happiness I witnessed something that blew me away. I saw two grown (I use this term loosely) adults have a shouting match about line-cutting (which is bad). But not as bad as dropping the F-bomb (which I shall henceforth refer to as fudge) every other word while shouting at a complete stranger in public…Oh and I did mention that this is with a ton of kids around including the children of those involved in the quarrel (imagine if Mickey Mouse had been in ear shot).
I know cursing happens. I won’t begin to claim immunity to this problem. I occasionally curse…I’ll give those of you falling out of your chair from laughter a second to collect yourselves…ready…I didn’t say I curse a lot, or harshly…I said occasionally…moving on…
It seems that these words have permeated our culture so much that we don’t even hear them anymore. I’ve heard a million explanations. Like the old, there are no bad words, just inappropriate times/contexts in which to use them. I agree, but it would seem that a lot of people need lessons in appropriate times/contexts in which to use them.
And since when is fudge an adjective? Another quick story before I end my rant. This one actually made me laugh. A month or so ago I’m walking by the Auditorium Theater and two students come out the front door and step in front of me. It happened to be a beautiful day, so one of them turns to the other and says, “What a beautiful fudge-ing day!”
To conclude, watch your language you potty-mouths, you never know who’s listening.
A Christmas Story …if you don’t automatically know exactly which clip this is then you definitely need to click on the link, and then you need to immediately go rent this holiday classic and watch it.