My friend(regarding a recent experience with her child): "When you were 12 did you ever sit at the dinner table and ask your mother if Buddhists were going to hell?"
Me: "Are you kidding? We whispered the word catholic!"
My friend: (laughing) "Oh yeah. In my hometown, an older man remarried and we never knew his second wife's name. It was always, 'oh you know . . . the (whispering) catholic one."
Catholic, cancer, pregnant . . . the verbage of my youth relegated to under-the-breath commentary. Similar to but not quite the same as profanities we could spell but not speak . . . the f-word, n-word, a-hole, etc.
Funny how word games far beyond the daily Jumble and crossword puzzle abound.