I saw it coming...

My review of the new "Emo Rock Musical" now playing at the Kirk Douglas Theatre, Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, posted today at The Front Page. I had hope to slip by a little hint of the f-bomb, but, as they say, no dice. This is the line as it appeared in the paper:

While BBAJ does have its amusing moments, my feelings were mostly dominated by the urge to check the time and a single, uncharitable thought that I generally avoid sharing in reviews but will make an exception for in this case: How stupid.

This is how I submitted it:

...uncharitable thought that I generally avoid sharing in reviews but will make an exception for in this case: How effen stupid.

I thought the effen was pretty funny, though,of course, what I really, really meant to say was:

...uncharitable thought that I generally avoid sharing in reviews but will make an exception for in this case: How fucking stupid.

But The Front Page isn't that kind of newspaper. I'm not bitter or anything, as it's not a big deal. I am amused, however, by how good my Fearless Editor is at catching me red-handed...