The word of the day for May 13, 2013: TABOO
When I was in the fourth grade I walked a grueling half mile to profess my undying love to Stephanie Nelson. I picked some flowers along the way, which I hid behind my back as I rang the bell. Stephanie’s mother answered.
“Can I help you?”
“Is Stephanie home?”
“Yes, I’ll get her.”
A few moments later Stephanie Nelson was before me in all her glory. I handed her the flowers, stammering.
“I love you.”
She looked down nervously, then her mom, who had been standing behind the door, came out and said that I should go home now, then gently closed the door.
I flew home, elated and in love. My mom was on the back porch swing when I arrived home. I sat next to her and explained that I had just told Stephanie Nelson that I loved her. She smiled.
“Honey, you know that you can’t date until you’re sixteen.”
My heart sank. I didn’t want to go on a date, I didn’t even know what a date was. And I certainly didn’t know what “taboo” was, but this was a good example of something that seemed—and was—good, but someone decided that it wasn’t, which is in my opinion a pretty good definition of the word.
As one might guess, things didn’t pan out between Stephanie and I, but we are Facebook friends.
. . .
Maybe the things we hide are exactly those that we should be talking about?
In the past—and allegedly in the future—even mentioning a taboo word can get you killed.