Ladies Is there a Word in the English language that makes you recoil with disgust

My great grandmother's maiden name was Mary Bloomer. As was common, the eldest child would take the mother's maiden name as a christian name, so my grandfather was William Bloomer ... I remember our family doctor used to call him "Old bloomer".
 
Capt Lightning said:
My great grandmother's maiden name was Mary Bloomer. As was common, the eldest child would take the mother's maiden name as a christian name, so my grandfather was William Bloomer ... I remember our family doctor used to call him "Old bloomer".
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Deviating slightly from the topic.. and on similar lines to yours. I was told that my maternal grandmother refused the proposal of marriage from the love of her life, because his surname was beard. She simply didn't want to be known all her life as Mrs Beard..
 
I cannot get into the minds of women (tell me a bloke that can 😊), so I will not comment on their dislike for words, however, I recently visited some friends, and, when I went into the bathroom.........yikes, I was confronted with the Amazon Knicker Forest. They were everywhere, hanging like buntings from wall to wall, then there were the bras, what menacing looking things they were too. I had to bob and weave and duck under all of them for fear of being consumed by an Amazonian Knicker Snake. Terrified in these unusual circumstances, I finished my pee and fought my way out of there.......and I put the seat down. 😊
 
Ferocious said:
I cannot get into the minds of women (tell me a bloke that can 😊), so I will not comment on their dislike for words, however, I recently visited some friends, and, when I went into the bathroom.........yikes, I was confronted with the Amazon Knicker Forest. They were everywhere, hanging like buntings from wall to wall, then there were the bras, what menacing looking things they were too. I had to bob and weave and duck under all of them for fear of being consumed by an Amazonian Knicker Snake. Terrified in these unusual circumstances, I finished my pee and fought my way out of there.......and I put the seat down. 😊
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That's something I've never done... hang underwear or any clothing come to that, in my bathroom
 
JaniceM said:
If you don't mind me asking- why?
I'm kind of the opposite- I don't like the word child/children when the speaker isn't referring to an actual very-young-person. When I'm asked "How many children do you have?" I reply "I have two adult-aged kids," even though they're not really kids either.
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I say "kids" all the time.

Occasionally I'll throw in "children", but "kids" is my norm. :)
 
No, there aren't any words that make me cringe - not anymore. I finally realized that a word is just a word. There are some words that offend others, so I don't say them. If I said bananas instead of the "f" word and gave it the same meaning as the "f" word, it would be the same.

Aunt Marg - I grew up with the laundry hanging from clotheslines over the kitchen table in the winter time, including Dad's longjohns. The wood stove was right there. The wringer washing machine was in the bathroom and we ran a hose to it. Poverty gets creative.
 
Phoenix said:
No, there aren't any words that make me cringe - not anymore. I finally realized that a word is just a word. There are some words that offend others, so I don't say them. If I said bananas instead of the "f" word and gave it the same meaning as the "f" word, it would be the same.

Aunt Marg - I grew up with the laundry hanging from clotheslines over the kitchen table in the winter time, including Dad's longjohns. The wood stove was right there. The wringer washing machine was in the bathroom and we ran a hose to it. Poverty gets creative.
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I remember kitchen lines so well!

My grandma used to hang grandpas one-piece trap-door specials on a line in the kitchen in the winter.

When I was growing up my mom kept the wringer washing machine in the corner of the room next to the kitchen, so on laundry day, she'd roll-out the washing machine into the kitchen, hook it up, wash clothes/laundry, and the backs of the kitchen chairs served as an additional place for drying.

The outdoor clothesline was always full.
 
Aunt Marg said:
I remember kitchen lines so well!

My grandma used to hang grandpas one-piece trap-door specials on a line in the kitchen in the winter.

When I was growing up my mom kept the wringer washing machine in the corner of the room next to the kitchen, so on laundry day, she'd roll-out the washing machine into the kitchen, hook it up, wash clothes/laundry, and the backs of the kitchen chairs served as an additional place for drying.

The outdoor clothesline was always full.
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:ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO:
 
None of the original list makes me ‘recoil with disgust’ but I dislike words like Snot and phlegm
 
Aunt Marg said:
I remember kitchen lines so well!

My grandma used to hang grandpas one-piece trap-door specials on a line in the kitchen in the winter.

When I was growing up my mom kept the wringer washing machine in the corner of the room next to the kitchen, so on laundry day, she'd roll-out the washing machine into the kitchen, hook it up, wash clothes/laundry, and the backs of the kitchen chairs served as an additional place for drying.

The outdoor clothesline was always full.
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The work was harder then. My sister-in-law had huge boobs. She also had a wringer washer. One day she was leaning over it and got her boob stuck in the wringer. Huge ouch.
 
Phoenix said:
The work was harder then. My sister-in-law had huge boobs. She also had a wringer washer. One day she was leaning over it and got her boob stuck in the wringer. Huge ouch.
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OMG! I can't imagine.

Wringer washing machines were dangerous. I can't help but think of the accidents that resulted from the rollers.

I was really young when I started helping my mom with laundry, and we had a wringer washing machine. Wasn't until I was around age 10, that I started feeding washing through the rollers on my own.
 
Aunt Marg said:
OMG! I can't imagine.

Wringer washing machines were dangerous. I can't help but think of the accidents that resulted from the rollers.

I was really young when I started helping my mom with laundry, and we had a wringer washing machine. Wasn't until I was around age 10, that I started feeding washing through the rollers on my own.
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I was too young to help Mom with hers. She got an automatic washing machine when I was 8. My brother and sister left home at that time, and Mom and Dad could then afford it. I forgot to ask my sister-in-law how she got herself out of it. It was a hot day and she wasn't wearing a bra. One of her boobs was larger than my thighs and probably just as long. If I'd had that much boobs I would have felt cursed.
 
Phoenix said:
I was too young to help Mom with hers. She got an automatic washing machine when I was 8. My brother and sister left home at that time, and Mom and Dad could then afford it. I forgot to ask my sister-in-law how she got herself out of it. It was a hot day and she wasn't wearing a bra. One of her boobs was larger than my thighs and probably just as long. If I'd had that much boobs I would have felt cursed.
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Me as well.
 
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