Anthony Bourdain, however, speaks about as palatably, and as directly, as that two year old who learned his first dirty word and is not afraid to use it.
Me? I straddle the line somewhere in between. Inside this Erma there is an Anthony waiting to emerge. It's like being verbally transgendered. I blame it on my childhood. My dad was a Merchant Marine in his youth, then an advertising executive, TV pioneer producer/director, and in later years an author of more than two dozen books of fiction and non-fiction. From him, I learned those words I spouted as an uninhibited two year old (and believe me, those were quite a few). In later life, as a teacher, PR professional and (somewhat) professional mom, I had to learn how to turn those words into the "ink" of my proverbial pen from which I could wield a mighty sword of sometimes pointed sentences.
Why am I bringing this up now? It is simple.
Today, we have multiple ways of wielding words. There is texting and Twitter; Facebook, Delicious and Digg. We have more places where we can Yelp than ever before, and we WordPress ideas until they are flat as a crepe. Thoughts come out of every point of cyberspace like they were spilled from a giant Tumblr. Every thought - thought out or not - is placed before us as gospel truth, or at the very least as an international edition of the National Enquirer; take your pick. Social media is making us lose our sense of humor, innuendo and interpretation. Subtlety has been replaced with smiley-faced emoticons and LOLs. Everything is literal. Virtually nothing is literary. It is nearly impossible to develop deep thoughts in 140 characters. We just hope that there are 140,000 + "characters" out there reading it who truly understand the intention of what we are trying to say.
For me, I have great designs on eventually being able to write with "No Reservations." When that day comes, watch out, World! I plan on unleashing my uninhibited child.
But until then, I will continue to channel my inner Erma. To me, she's the Bomb(eck).