A Purely Hypothetical Question
Say that a person is writing love letters to his girlfriend. Well, more like little notes, really. Short letter-like things that might, theoretically, smell interesting and have pretty handwriting. Very poetic prose -- as in they'd be stalker-y if they were A) longer and B) written in blood.
Is it ever appropriate for him to use the word "loins"? (We're talking an established relationship here; I understand she's seen the loins in question multiple times.)
Poll Loins!
I mean, having read the piece in question, I think it scans. Only the third time through did I look at it and go, "Hmm. Loins." It took me that long to notice it (no offense to his actual loins). But it might just jump right out at someone else, and, Jeez, someone could lose an eye that way. We can't risk blinding or disorienting his girlfriend.
A lot is on the line here, people. Every vote counts. If he loses the girl over one unfortunate word choice he'll wind up despairing and alone, sobbing at stoplights because the radio is playing nothing but an unholy medley of Usher, Lifehouse, and Avril Lavigne, and he can't bring himself to put it back on the goddamn classical station he likes because she loves top 40 music so much. He'll forget to eat, eventually growing even more gaunt and peaked, and slowly but surely waste away to a frail husk of his former self who spends all his waking hours rooting through his dirty laundry for her forgotten panties and obsessively checking her journal to make sure she hasn't finally snapped and disclosed the most sordid secrets of their life together. I'll have to go over there and shoot him before he sends us into an alternate dimension with the leaden weight of his brooding.
And I don't want to shoot anyone.
Is it ever appropriate for him to use the word "loins"? (We're talking an established relationship here; I understand she's seen the loins in question multiple times.)
Poll Loins!
I mean, having read the piece in question, I think it scans. Only the third time through did I look at it and go, "Hmm. Loins." It took me that long to notice it (no offense to his actual loins). But it might just jump right out at someone else, and, Jeez, someone could lose an eye that way. We can't risk blinding or disorienting his girlfriend.
A lot is on the line here, people. Every vote counts. If he loses the girl over one unfortunate word choice he'll wind up despairing and alone, sobbing at stoplights because the radio is playing nothing but an unholy medley of Usher, Lifehouse, and Avril Lavigne, and he can't bring himself to put it back on the goddamn classical station he likes because she loves top 40 music so much. He'll forget to eat, eventually growing even more gaunt and peaked, and slowly but surely waste away to a frail husk of his former self who spends all his waking hours rooting through his dirty laundry for her forgotten panties and obsessively checking her journal to make sure she hasn't finally snapped and disclosed the most sordid secrets of their life together. I'll have to go over there and shoot him before he sends us into an alternate dimension with the leaden weight of his brooding.
And I don't want to shoot anyone.