Magazine January 28, 2019, Issue

Effusions of Effrontery

There is a naughty word beloved by the Cursing-American community. You know what it is, and you have heard it. You might have said it upon emerging from the grocery store to see your car scratched by someone who left a card.

In the hierarchy of curse words, it stands atop the rest. Why? If you call someone “a feckless fickle factotum whose folk forked off from the French Focht family,” no fool would fight you. But say the F-word and you’ve thrown a bucket of napalm on a campfire.

There are two other very bad words that ought not to

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