My mom was wrong. I'm not special. And as time passes, the severity of her error becomes more and more pronounced. Witness this article, sent to me by a co-worker, about how the f-word is becoming socially acceptable. If true, it means that I'll have to work even harder at being a pariah, and frankly I don't know what more I can do that doesn't involve the use of douche kits, a boat battery, tube socks and livestock.
Thank god for the c-words. They're my bread and butter, now.