The way you gave me butterflies that morning One of the moments I first started to fall in love with you. You were wearing these during one of those moments. (I remove the Darth Vader house shoes from my satchel and look down at them.)

“There are moments in every relationship that define when two people start to fall in love. Lake grabs a french fry off her plate and throws it at Eddie, hitting her in the face with it. If we would all just start saying them all the time, They wouldn’t be bad anymore. Same with every other so-called bad word.

The shock value would subside…and it would just become another word again. So if we all just decided to keep saying butterfly all the time, eventually people would stop caring. It’s the negative association people give these words that make them cusswords. What if someone decided one day that butterfly is a cussword? People would eventually start using butterfly as an insult, and to emphasize things in a negative way. Like, take the word “butterfly” for example. It’s more like she’s encouraging us to undermine a system flawed through overuse of words that are made out to be harmful, when in fact they’re just letters, mixed together like every other word. “Your mother encourages you to cuss?” Gavin says. She says if everyone would just use them enough, they wouldn’t be considered cusswords anymore and no one would ever be offended by them” “Mom says the FCC is responsible for inventing cusswords just for media shock value. It isn’t your hand that’s throwing the food The ones who don’t take up for those of us that cry I’m referring to those of you that just stand by (When she finishes passing out the butterflies, she walks back onto the stage and places the microphone back into the stand.) Kiersten walks around the room, passing out butterflies to several of the students, including the three from the lunchroom.) Lake laughs out loud and I have to nudge her to get her to be quiet. Brill smiles at her and takes the butterfly out of her hands. “I’d like to extend to others what others have extended to me.” She takes the microphone out of the stand and begins walking down the stairs as she continues speaking.) (Kiersten slides the sack off her wrist and opens it, pulling out a handful of hand-made butterflies. I’m not putting up with your Butterfly anymore.' Delicate like the cruel words that flow right out of your mouths and the food that flies right out of your hands…ĭoes picking on a girl make you more of a man?

Point of Retreat by Colleen Hoover