What Would Carlin Do?
I wish George Carlin had been able to hang onto life at least through last week.
Just think about the dual sociopathologies he would have observed in (a) all the attention paid to the symbolic fate of Barack Obama’s testes and (b) the goofy journalistic soul searching that went on in reporting exactly what Rev. Jesse Jackson said he would like to do to them.
OK—we know only the most liberated of publications and cable outlets will permit use of Carlin’s seven unsayable (unprintable?) words.
Sophisticated periodicals ranging from the Chicago Reader to the New Yorker will print the four-letter word for coitus at the drop of a hat—or pair of pants. Most others use asterisks or dashes for the middle two or final three letters. Some will refer to the “F-word,” while hipper places call it the “F-bomb.”
But how about the series of words that are perfectly acceptable ... Read More...
