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Language

“When they called me ‘Big’ I tried to take it with good grace. At first I wasn’t sure quite what they meant as I’m certainly no taller than your average wolf; it took me a little while to realise they weren’t referring to my height, but my waistline. But I was more than happy with the description ‘Bad’. In fact I felt quite smug. I thought it meant I was kinda cool, like in Michael Jackson’s ‘Because I’m bad, I’m bad – come on’, you know? But before I knew it I’d got woodsmen, grandmothers and the porcine Cosa Nostra all baying for my blood.”

“Tell me about it,” said the Wicked Witch.

18 comments

Eryl Shields said...

I hate being called 'madame' it conjures an image of a severe middle aged woman: pursed lips and an all day frown.

Attila The Mom said...

Hehehehe.

Kim Ayres said...

Eryl - or a brothel owner...

Attila - :)

Sayre said...

Sometimes we only hear what we want to hear.... sayeth the witch.

Julie said...

When I'm purchasing something at a store, the cashier will call me "ma'am." For a moment, I'm in a state of shock. I've always been called "miss" until now. Then I study the person behind the counter and realize I'm old enough to be their mother. Crap!

Zazzy said...

"Then I study the person behind the counter and realize I'm old enough to be their mother."

Age: it freakin' sneaks up on you. Most of the time I'm convinced I'm 27.

Brave Astronaut said...

How do you think "Wee Willie Winkie" feels?

I mean, let's start with the name, we don't even have to get to the running about town in his nightgown . . .

Mary Witzl said...

What I hated being called was 'okusan,' which means 'wife.' People called me this a good ten years before I got married, and I found it a wearying business correcting them. Any dowdy-looking woman over the age of twenty-five is, perforce, an okusan. It was almost enough to make me want to paint my nails shiny red and wear mini skirts. Almost.

savannah said...

guess i've lived in the south too long...ma'am or sir seem the only way to address people...but that isn't what ya'll are talking about, is it? ;)

Kim Ayres said...

Well I was just playing on the word wicked, but it seems to have triggered a wider debate

ADW said...

I couldn't get past the "They". Yeah I don't give a flyin squirrel f&*k what "They" say.

Plus, WTF? You know how sexy pirates arrrrrrr. Ha ha ha ha. I feel funny this morning.

Julie said...

Sorry, Kim. I was thinking about how one word in a conversation can mean different things to different people.

Ma'am is definitely respectful, but it's a reminder that I'm not in my 20s anymore and that 40 seems a lot closer than I ever expected.

eg(scotland) said...

What I can't work out is the difference between 'bitch' and 'biatch' - the latter seems to mean friend!

Confused.com!

Nice to be back - hope to catch-up with all your posts over the next few days.

Carole said...

You see, this is all I'm saying. You are a genius. No one sparks a debate on language using Little Red Riding Hood's nemisis, unless their brain is crazy good.

justin barker said...

They don't have to have been talking about your waistline. They could have been talking about your girth or your circumference or the diameter of your arms. or legs, perhaps.

Kim Ayres said...

I just thought the idea of the Big Bad Wolf and the Wicked Witch bemoaning the fact that what they thought were cool words were misinterpreted was quite amusing, but I'm not sure how many people actually got the joke.

It's always a bit depressing when you find out you're not half as funny or clever as you think you are.

justin barker said...

Oh I got the joke alright.

savannah said...

we all got the joke, sugar...but masterful & thought provoking pirate king that you are...seems we acknowledged and moved on

you are a wizard!

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