I wrote this article for Kveller.com last week. (Click on the link to read the whole article.)
I was recently trying to explain to a terrific–if not slightly incorrupt–new friend what the word “clusterf**k” means. It was early in the day, I hadn’t slept much the night before, and my watery iced coffee (I love you, Dunkin Donuts, but really, a little more coffee and a little less ice) wasn’t doing the trick. Nothing I said made much sense. She continued to stare at me blankly.
And then it hit me. “You know, a clusterf**k? Like Friday night dinner?”
Light bulb. We suddenly understood each other perfectly…