Naughty No-No of the Week

Curse World of the Week, 2/18-2/24 Edition:

MOTHERFUCKER!  (Which, incidentally, does not attract the red squiggly lines of Word spell-check.) 

The literal meaning of this word is “one who engages in sexual intercourse with his mother,” but please, don’t let this definition limit you in all your mother-fucking endeavors.  Feel free to have sexual intercourse with anyone and everyone’s mother whom you might encounter.

Personally, my favorite time to yell “motherfucker” or simply engage in motherfucking, is when I trip (on a daily basis) on all those damn bricks on this campus and wipe out in front of a pack of elementary school children being herded along a giant leash singing “The Wheels on the Bus.” 

But apparently there is a long and fascinating history of the phrase, beginning in the Roman Empire under Caesar Mel Brooks, when Josephus meets Oedipus and warmly greets him with, “What’s up, Motherfucker?” Since its ancient inception, people have been throwing this thing around all over the place, from movies like Pulp Fiction (ENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER!  Do you speak it?!), to Die Hard’s catchphrase (Yippie-kai-yay, motherfucker!”) which was censored in the third sequel in order to obtain a PG-13 rating. (I prefer the Unrated DVD, personally.) 

Urban Dictionary contains a plethora of abbreviations for motherfucker, most of which were evidently written by drunk freshmen who most likely were drinking an Adios Motherfucker or a Mongolian Motherfucker (CU Bartending will teach you that one and if you can make it in under two minutes you don’t have to take the practical test.  Incidentally it has like every liquor invented in one glass and will, appropriately, fuck you up.)  These shortenings include: Mofo, Mofofo (mother fucker AND father fucker, a flexible feat involving a twister board and very limber participants), a Magic Mofo (don’t ask), and the Little Italy version, Mofiglio.  (Personally I think this refers to Famiglia’s Pizza, because that shit tastes motherfucking nasty!)

And that, my friends, concludes an even bigger waste of time than reading Pop Smut, which, incidentally, will be wrapping up this weekend’s stupid crap that celebrities did while we were all working our asses off in Butler later today.  Stay tuned…