Stories
Slash Boxes
Comments
NOTE: use Perl; is on undef hiatus. You can read content, but you can't post it. More info will be forthcoming forthcomingly.

All the Perl that's Practical to Extract and Report

use Perl Log In

Log In

[ Create a new account ]

osfameron (3135)

osfameron
  (email not shown publicly)
http://greenokapi.net/blog/

Technorati Profile [technorati.com]

Journal of osfameron (3135)

Saturday May 27, 2006
05:54 AM

Blasphemy

[ #29735 ]

I didn't ever really make a distinction between normal swearing (usually about bodily parts, fluids, and actions/professions involving them) and blasphemy, apart from, when talking to Christian friends, feeling a little self-conscious about using "Christ!" as a mere interjection, when to them it's a good bit more important.

The Italians have some wonderful blashpemies, and as a non-native speaker, it's very easy to assimilate them. In the office once, after I came out with "Porco Dio!" (piggy God), larsen suggested that I should maybe be aware of who I was saying it to, as it was a "bestemmia" and therefore in quite a different category from normal cursing. And in fact, a few days later $boss commented unhappily when I said "Porca Madonna!" a little too loudly ("Porca puttana!" - "Piggy whore" - wouldn't have raised an eyelid of course).

Yet I was surprised to find myself feeling something which I think may be similar to the emotion of outrage in the face of blasphemy, on seeing someone in an online forum with a nick of "Muad D'ib". I'm not sure if this is because this prophet of a fictional universe means more to me than one venerated in this one, or whether it's because by and large people don't call themselves "God", "Jesus" (unless they're Spanish speakers), or similar just because they think it sounds cool.

The Fine Print: The following comments are owned by whoever posted them. We are not responsible for them in any way.
 Full
 Abbreviated
 Hidden
More | Login | Reply
Loading... please wait.
  • My grandfather, not a very religious guy, was saying Porca Madonna every now and then. (He was also the kind of guy to offer sausage to a priest on fridays as an antipasto.) My grandmother, a devout catholic, was consistently shocked -- during 50 years.