The C Word

On a daily basis (ever since I started this new job) I pay a visit to Belle de Jour's blog.

For those of you unfamiliar with her work, she's an ex-London call girl who writes about her exploits, has gained rather a large readership and fan base, and her 'memoirs' are now being turned into a TV mini-series starring Billie Piper.

In her latest blog entry she mentions how the media has taken offence at the use of the word 'Cunt' on the drama. Apparently, the word, it is reported, is likely to cause offence.

I have always thought of the word as rather...delightful. I mean, it's a powerful sounding word which has connotations of power and sexuality. In fact, when it comes to sex I wonder if I've ever come across a better one. Whenever I imagine a cunt I think of a firm fruit hanging from a tree. Sort of like a coconut.

Belle says that there are far worse forms of insult in the world. I agree.

Of course, the saddest thing is, this cunt tale will make the front page of London Lite, and poor Madeline will be left to page three.

p.s It strikes me as odd how people in today's society can still be so offended by a word. That it can warrant a press release or generate a debate.

Cunt! There, I said it.

And now it's over.