Once, a bunch of us were playing one of those party games - you know the one where someone’s an emcee and throws out a category, then you all write what you think he’ll pick as the best answer, then he reads them all and picks. OK.
Category is, “The worst word in the English language.”
I immediately say, “I can’t even write it!”
My husband, brothers, and brother-in-law were all, “C’mon, Snicks, yes you can. We’re all gonna…” You know, razzing me.
So I write it down and pass it on.
My brother-in-law’s the emcee, and gathers up all the answers. “Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker,” he cycles through the entries. Then he gets to mine.
And stops dead.
And I say, “Hey, if I had to write it, you have to say it.”
“Cunt,” he says, in a tiny, small voice.
I won that round.
Here in the States, it’s definitely one of the worst, most offensive, most crass and crude things one can say. But there are certainly people who deserve it. Ann Coulter, for one.