Pets

[kelliem]

Pet peeves, that is...

It's NAVEL. Not "bellybutton" not "naval" (For those unclear with the concept of homonyms, the first refers to the spot where one's umbilical cord was attached-- providing one was not a Tank-- the other refers to things associated with the navy.)

I know this should not bother me. There are so many other things that should bother me more. But I've been in a marathon fanfic-reading session lately and you know, every single time I'm reading a story and the author, in mid-sex scene, refers to someone's navel as their 'bellybutton' it completely throws me out of the story and I'm suddenly wondering if it was written by a 12-year-old girl.

Aaagh.

Navel. Navel. Navel.

Navel.

*grinch*

Comments

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

"And remember gentlemen...you must refer to this part of your anatomy as a navel, not a belly button, if we are to be treated seriously at the All-Nude Interplanetary Trade Negotiations with the Zardons. All right, you're dismissed."

"Excuse me, Sir."

"Yes, Commander Data?"

"If you look closely beneath my tunic, Commander, you will see that I have what is, in truth, a button."

"Hunh. So it is. I don't suppose you have any other . . . "

"Would you care to inspect my throbbing love rocket, Sir?"

[looks around furtively] "Meet me in my quarters at 0800."

"Yes, sir."

[shayheyred.livejournal.com]

Oh god oh god oh god.
May you die the death of a thousand tribbles for inducing the massive spit-take that just took out my computer screen.

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

I love you too, sweetie. *g*

[tanacawyr.livejournal.com]

*genuflects*