Mighty Red Pen

May 17, 2011

Why the face?

Filed under: Overseen,Pop culture — mighty red pen @ 5:58 pm

At the risk of inciting the wrath of the mommy blogging brigade, I have this confession to make: I lied to my kids. On purpose.

Some genius students of a local woman’s college of which MRP also happens to be an alumna (which shall remain nameless but its initials are W E L L E S L E Y C O L L E G E) tagged a local railroad bridge with the letters WTF. The young ladies were caught right away because they a. were spotted by police wandering around in the dark at one in the morning; b. were caught carrying cans of blue and silver (to approximate the college’s colors) spray paint; and c. bothered to make the W in WTF some approximation of the actual Wellesley “W.”

So hey, three cheers for being real brand ambassadors.

But when los niños de MRP, being young and impressionable as they are, asked, “Mom, what does WTF mean?” of course I said, “Er, uh, um, it means ‘what’s the fuss’!”

But everyone knows, it actually means Why the Face. Am I right?

Someone later pointed out it might have stood for Wellesley Track and Field. I guess we’ll never know.



  1. Ha! I wish I’d seen that before my kids asked what my bumper sticker means: http://verbatim.blogs.com/verbatim/2010/01/miscellany.html

    Comment by Karen — May 18, 2011 @ 8:33 pm | Reply

  2. Ha, indeed! What DID you say to them?

    Comment by mighty red pen — May 19, 2011 @ 7:55 am | Reply

  3. Lol. What the face. Hahaha.

    Actually, “what’s the fuss?” was a great cover-up. Nice.

    Comment by Lauren — June 8, 2011 @ 11:01 am | Reply

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