Why People Are Not @$$holes

So I was thinking this morning, while Hubby was driving us to my hair appointment, and I said to him, "I think I'm going to start calling people potholes instead of a**holes." This was after we almost crashed the truck and would have then gone flying into Fall Creek (okay, a bit of an exaggeration, but still) due to an exorbitant amount of potholes on 79th Street. He looked at me, quite perplexed, and so I went into an explanation of why this is a completely sensible alternative.

The entire premise of calling someone an a**hole is due to the fact that they have been rude, disrespectful, hurtful, or *insert negatively charged adjective here.* Well, my line of thinking is that this doesn't really fit with what the true definition is of what an a**hole actually is. I mean, an a**hole isn't so bad, is it? It actually aids in ridding the body of toxins and waste. Maybe it's not the most attractive piece of my anatomy, but there's no reason to hate on it by using it to reference rude, mean and disrespectful people. The a**hole isn't vile or unforgiving or disrespectful or damaging or hurtful.

Potholes, on the other hand, are demonic creatures from the fiery depths of the underworld. They cause thousands of dollars worth of damage to people's vehicles. Avoiding them and hitting them causes people to wreck or lose control of their vehicles. They screw with the alignment of my truck. They cost the city loads of money to repair. They have even caused major trauma to my (and I'm sure many other moms') lactating tatas. All in all, they're awful. Due to these facts, I have come to the conclusion that a**holes aren't the problem. It's potholes.

The bonus about switching up my daily (yes, I curse daily) vocabulary? It's the simple fact that I am much less likely to be chastised when my daughter calls someone a pothole. Let's just hope she isn't already waiting to bust out with a**hole...

Til next time...