22 days ago

Hallo, folksies! Here's a lovely word of the year uttered wholeheartedly by yours truly!


The horrid f-slur is stemmed from an early word for a bundle of lumber bound by rope, which in itself is stemmed from the Latin root word "Fasces," which essentially has the same definition.

It was used as a slur for pretty self-explanatory reasons, referring to what was often done to both gay (and other aberrant) people and bundles of lumber throughout history alike; set ablaze. It's an unfortunate and greatly insensitive reference to a frequent pattern in several distinct points in human history.

Of course, something you may also connotate with the Latin word "Fasces" is the radical political system named after it, Fascism, which uses the sticks bound together as a metaphor for a collectively assimilated society under totalitarian rule.

Now, I don't know about you, but I find the connection between those two F-words to be pretty ironic, yeah? See you again next year!



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