Historically, my use of “debacle” has been as a synonym for “clusterfuck”; I’ve been using it a lot lately, I think to create some emotional distance from an actual mild clusterfuck* by overstating the case.
I also have a slow time pronouncing it–I don’t think I’ve said it wrong, but I always have to think first, because it’s Frenchness fires up different rules and I have to sort through all that. So I’ve been thinking: is it actually French, and what’s its deal?
I am in love with the answer, because a freeing loosening, a breaking up of ice, the rush of debris that follows, is a value-neutral metaphor for my personal little debacle that I can get behind (as opposed to it turning out to mean…I don’t know, quicksand or sucking mud that traps and kills, or a violent magnetic dust storm that explodes your lungs). It’s almost spring! Go on and break, stupid confining ice!
It also makes me remember this debacle in a more etymologically delighted way. Let’s all just do like the ladies say.
*everything’s fine by the way–don’t worry.