I love Glee. Quote of the last episode that kills me came from Puck:
“Are you questioning my badassness? Did you see my guns?”
But this post isn’t about Glee. It’s about the word ‘ass’. My sister who will remain nameless (not Van) called me a kiss ass based off my touchy, feely posts about parenting. I’ll have you know that my parents do not read my blog so I’m not kissing ass. I’m just reflecting. Back to the case in point. I hate being called a kiss ass. And it’s not the meaning of kiss ass that bugs me as much as the word ‘ass’ is in it. So I told the nameless sister,
“Don’t call me anything with ass in it.”
Being that she is a smartASS, she asked, “How about badass?” I said, “No, it still has ass it it. What part of ‘don’t call me anything with ass in it didn’t you understand’?”
Why would I want to be a badass? By definition, two wrongs do not make a right:
Definition of Bad:
Bad – having undesirable or negative qualities
Definition of Ass (my favorite from Google query: “define ass”):
Ass – buttocks: the fleshy part of the human body that you sit on