There are a lot of words I hate to use. There’s nothing really wrong with the words themselves, they just bring weird images to mind for me. I almost never use them, especially in my writing. The only time I do is when I don’t have a better alternative.
Even then, I cringe.
I have no idea why this one bothers me, but it always has. I remember being eight years old, at a friend’s house, and her dad said something innocuous like, “You need to get some food in your belly.” I thought it was gross.
For some reason, I think I associate the word with “jelly,” and I always imagine someone’s midsection replaced by something like red pepper jelly.
I hate this word. It just sounds wrong. It’s usually used in a romantic sense, like, “He moaned when she ran her hand across his chest.” That just doesn’t sound romantic to me. It sounds like he has a problem.
Same problem, but this one sounds more like whining.
I mean, come on. This word just makes me laugh. I never think it’s sexy, especially when you’re talking about a guy. A man shouldn’t have a body part called a “nipple.”
In A Wicked Little Rhythm, there are three bathroom scenes. Wait, four. No, five. (I know, I know. I don’t know why I couldn’t get them out of the bathroom. There were a lot of wounds that needed cleaning.) I kept having characters sit on the “commode” while someone dressed their wounds. For some reason, typing that they sat on the toilet kept making me think that they were doing their business while someone else was rubbing on the Neosporin. Not quite what I had in mind.
I don’t care how this word is used. It’s never right.
Anyone else have any words they instinctively avoid? I know I’m not alone here.