Douche. My mother called me a douche today. Douche?! I dunno what to think - do I laugh about some brown 50 year old woman using juvenile words, or take major offense?
Douche. Douchebag. Douchey. Douchemeister. I use said word on a daily basis. It's wormed it's way into my vocabulary - I just love the way it sounds, it's monosyllability (yes that's not a word) and ease of use. It is not entirely offensive, so can be applied to any situation, anytime. It is, after all, a cleaning product. How did we get to use it so much? I guess us kids steal any 1 syllable word to exclaim our teenage anguish - gay, shit, fuck. Balls. Ass. Douche. How we have transformed their meaning, by golly. But I digress.
Mum seemed to think it was totally acceptable to call her daughter a douche. Which is fair enough, she accepted us kids swearing in the house a few years back. Which made me feel all nice and old when I could yell "shit!" whenever I spilt my tea. My sister and I would learn such words from my dad and the older cooler kids at school. Yep, we didn't know what they meant, we just wanted to feel older. So mum calling me a douche is her attempt at being young, right? I should be happy that I've got such a hip young thing to call a mum. But honestly, I'm a tad weirded out. I need to wash her mouth with soap.
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