I blame it on Fighting Gravity. They were the ones who made me say it in the first place.
I was oblivious until I received a phone call from a friend and her son (together on speaker), and honestly, even then, I thought it was just a simple, isolated misunderstanding. But when my kids saw it--first my 13-year-old son, then my 18-year-old daughter--and had the same reaction (eyeballs popping out of their heads and jaws smacking the floor silly) I decided m a y b e I needed to clarify.
"FTW"...three letters that I (and countless others on Twitter) interpret as "For the win." A happy little phrase, a celebratory abbreviation, a hashtag to attach enthusiastic emphasis at the end of a comment, something good. Like when I believed Fighting Gravity's black light illusion performance was a winner for America's Got Talent and I used "FTW" in my post title.
B u t it appears my friend Amanda and her son Jack...and my children--none of whom use this expression!--thought I m.i.g.h.t. be saying something a l e e t l e bit less savory. Ef-bombin' the world so to speak. (My whiz-bang research across the internets uncovered a ton more potential meanings. Go figure.)
WTH(eck)???? While I think Anne Lamott has a lot to say, and I adore my long-time blog lovie The Bloggess--both of whom profanely salt and cayenne tepin pepper their writings--I will never post efbombs or anything more salty than a well-placed Southern "dayem" or an appropriately necessary "hell" (hmmm, both of which seem rather gratuitous here...) because I never know when my husband, kids, friends, MY FRIENDS' KIDS, my {in}courage bosses...AND GOD might read my posts!
My language in traffic is another story, but this ain't True Confessions....
Ai yi yi...so this--THIS--is why my kids finally asked me to blog a post. So I am...
...and it's totally FTW.
You're welcome to choose your own interpretation ;)
