I’d like to respond to your post, but you haven’t linked to your Doctorate in Opinions…so I’m dismissing yours. In an ideal world, I’d respond to your actual opinion, and in a less than ideal world I’d just chuck in some ad hominem to discredit your opinion, but I don’t know you at all - perhaps when you entertain huge crowds who’ve come to hear your opinion, I’ll find out enough about you to dismiss it. Oh, hang on - you don’t even take drugs?!! You’ve not made me laugh??! What kind of c…ontext are you?
Some observations from Merry England:
Several towns ago I used to pal around with an alcoholic Irish labourer who called everyone a cunt, as a term of affection. Make of that what you will.
As a performance poet, I often end a set with my ‘cunt poem’ - it explains at length and in rhyme the very many things that poetry cannot do, then concedes that it can still do one thing: it can shock. The stanza goes thusly…
“I could shock you…motherfuckers” [This never shocks anyone]
“With…‘I really like to hunt’” [This sometimes surprises some audience members]
“No? Then try ‘Sucking on a used tampon straight from your mother’s cunt’” *
[That works every time…]*
I recall reading somewhere, some long time ago, that your typical anglo-saxon would always have carried an axe or such, for routine tasks, protection against marauding vikings and what not. He would also have carried a sharpening stone, to keep his blade honed. He necessarily carried the stone in a small greased pouch, which he called his ‘cunt’ - whether that word became a metaphor, or already was one, is open to conjecture. When (and why) it became a taboo word is also up for discussion.
There’s a caste of feminists who are intent on reclaiming the word - one of whom once took great exception to that tentative etymology, since she required it to have always been a woman’s word for a woman’s part. Certainly, it seems that it’s women (on the whole) who decide which words are acceptable in any society - I recall with vivid clarity the first time I accidentally said ‘fuck’ in my mother’s hearing, and although she has seen the Cunt Poem in one of my collections we have never spoken of it…and never will.