A couple of weeks ago while perusing the internets, I read a comment from someone that said something to the effect of, “that’s awesome, and I try not to overuse that word.”

The first thing that came to mind was, well, me. I am guilty of overusing that word big time (along with totally, seriously, and like – what can I say? I’ve lived in California a long, long time). The thing is, it isn’t as though I lack other descriptive words. I happen to like awesome and it’s my verbal crutch, because it has taken fuck’s place as my all purpose word also a verbal crutch. Add an exclamation point at the end, and it signifies good news, add a touch of sarcasm to the pronunciation, and it implies the exact opposite of the word’s true meaning, i.e., “my in-laws moved in with us, awesome”.

One of my first posts on the Cowardly Feminist was about my potty mouth – I swear like a sailor and drop the f-bomb with astounding regularity, it’s terrible. Now don’t worry, I have the common sense not to do it in front of children, nuns, and my grandparents, so it isn’t as though I’m sullying the ears of the innocent or elderly. But in normal, day to day conversation, it comes out a lot. I have, however, cut back on using profanity in this blog. Sure a few words inevitably come out in each post, but for the most part my use of bad language has been curbed significantly, except what I did was replace all instances where I would normally use the f-bomb with awesome. I need to figure out a way to be more judicious in my use of both words.

PS – I take comfort in the fact that while I may overuse the word awesome, at least I don’t add sauce or balls to the end of it, which, fyi, doesn’t make it any better.