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. After I was 32, I wrote about this listing on Cup of Jo, then added a phrase that I personally 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, kind 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 needs 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 may solely describe a rooster thigh as juicy so many occasions.”
@amazonmgmstudios Some prefer it moist. Some prefer it dry. Your name. See Rosamund Pike in Saltburn, in choose theaters this Friday and in every single place Thanksgiving
And did you ever see this scene from Saltburn? “I used to be a lesbian for some time, you realize,” 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 (huge nod to Broad Metropolis right here, which loudly celebrated girls’s our bodies and needs), the phrases moist and moist and damp really sound so heat to me, so compelling. They remind us of girls? 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 completely different — shut and endearing, just like the beloved title of a long-time buddy. My buddy’s younger son just lately misremembered my title and known as me “Vajenna” all evening, and I used to be so honored and charmed. How fascinating, proper? Do you are feeling the identical? Or otherwise? Or nothing in any respect?
In the present day, 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 among a vulva. “Oh, look!” I stated, pointing. “How cool is that?” I cherished that the scholar had felt impressed to make it and the varsity had then displayed it.
It really wasn’t the primary vulva art work my children had seen — my sister, Lucy, has a sculpture by Sophia Wallace in her eating room, which suggests a terracotta clitoris seems within the background of many household photographs. And I’m excited to see the Brooklyn Artists Exhibition, which options one among Wallace’s big clit sculptures, impressed by the energy and charm 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 mistaken solutions, after all; please share your ideas beneath. xoxoxo
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