Can we please stop this?

Once I found it quite fun, you know. Breaking a word apart and placing the word ‘f*cking’ between the syllables. Like in ’Pretty Woman’ where Julia Roberts tells her fellow escort friend that the rich, handsome businessman wants to take her on a trip for a few days. ‘Who do you think you are? Cinde-f*cking-rella?’

In ‘A Woman Goes to the Doctor‘, Kluun and his wife, who only has a few months to live, paint ‘Carpe f*cking diem’ on the wall of their new house in Amsterdam-Zuid. The word ’f*cking’ embodies misunderstanding, anger that is fitting both in the scene from Pretty Woman and in Kluun's passage.

But suddenly ‘f*cking’ sneaks into our lives, and interiors, like the cut-out wooden geese from the eighties and the wooden HOME letters of today. It’s a f*cking of the highest order. Recently, I saw a dinner set with the text on the plate: ‘Enjoy your f*cking dinner’. I would recommend serving such a plate if your beloved has strung all the majorette girls onto his or her lance without informing you about it, but in principle, you set the table for people you love, for whom you have tried your best to cook something. This text doesn’t quite align with your goal.

On Sunday, I was at Loods 5 on a cushion hunt (successful) and there were some cheerful streamers hanging. They were black and stylish, because Loods 5, but still: streamers. To celebrate a joyous occasion. On the bunting, there was also a printed text and you can already feel it coming. ‘Enjoy your f*cking birthday’. Because? I don’t believe that if you hang streamers for someone, there is any resentment or cynicism involved.

I understood Kluun, and Julia Roberts' friend as well, but further I would say: enjoy, but f*ck in moderation.