When Kurt Andersen took over as editor of New York Journal, he printed out an inventory of “annoying phrases” he didn’t need his writers to make use of. Once I was 32, I wrote about this checklist on Cup of Jo, then added a phrase that I actually hated: moist.
Moist? Ew, gross. Should you described banana bread as moist, it sounded vaginal. And I actually didn’t just like the phrase vagina. It was bizarre, form of icky. I averted saying it, even on the physician’s workplace. *shudders*
I used to be removed from alone. In 2012, The New Yorker requested their Twitter followers what phrase ought to be eradicated from the English language. “Ultimately, there was a runaway un-favorite,” they wrote. “Moist.” 5 years later, meals author Emily Johnson lamented this cultural aversion in her Bon Appetit piece “Cease Getting Mad at Me for Utilizing the Phrase ‘Moist,’” explaining that “you possibly can solely describe a rooster thigh as juicy so many occasions.”
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And did you ever see this scene from Saltburn? “I used to be a lesbian for some time, you already know,” the mom says. “But it surely was all a bit too moist for me ultimately. Males are so beautiful and dry.”
Nicely.
Now that I’m older, and fortunately the tradition has grown and shifted (massive nod to Broad Metropolis right here, which loudly celebrated ladies’s our bodies and wishes), the phrases moist and moist and damp truly sound so heat to me, so compelling. They remind us of ladies? Of intercourse? Good! I can’t imagine how a lot they’ve modified in my thoughts, with out my doing something apart from passively absorbing the tradition round me.
The phrase “vagina” additionally sounds fully totally different — shut and endearing, just like the beloved title of a long-time good friend. My good friend’s younger son just lately misremembered my title and referred to as me “Vajenna” all night time, and I used to be so honored and charmed. How fascinating, proper? Do you are feeling the identical? Or in a different way? Or nothing in any respect?
Right this moment, Toby and I toured a highschool, and the admissions director led us down a stairwell peppered with ceramic tiles made by college students. One tile confirmed the Statue of Liberty; one other, a basketball. After which I noticed one in every of a vulva. “Oh, look!” I mentioned, pointing. “How cool is that?” I beloved that the coed had felt impressed to make it and the varsity had then displayed it.
It truly wasn’t the primary vulva art work my youngsters had seen — my sister, Lucy, has a sculpture by Sophia Wallace in her eating room, which implies a terracotta clitoris seems within the background of many household images. And I’m excited to see the Brooklyn Artists Exhibition, which options one in every of Wallace’s large clit sculptures, impressed by the power and beauty of swans.
Additionally, necklaces!
What about you? How do you are feeling concerning the phrase “moist”? “Vagina”? “Vulva”? Have your emotions modified or stayed the identical? No incorrect solutions, in fact; please share your ideas beneath. xoxoxo
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