I spent a good part of this week trying and failing to put a screw into the wall using a power screwdriver, a manual screwdriver, telepathy, force of will, and eventually, tearful begging. These tools were enough to get me married but not enough, it seems, to make a one-inch piece of plastic do my bidding. I don’t know, it’s a funny old world.
It did make me wonder: this slang term ‘screwing,’ where did we get that? Do men (and I’m just assuming that most terms for coitus were invented by men) really have so little idea of what’s happening down there that they imagine their junk is rotating a full 360 degrees, all Exorcist-like?