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Written by Ross Cavins
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Tuesday, 31 July 2007 02:19 |
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This has got to be one of the funniest names for TV shows I've ever heard of. Leave it to Beaver? I can't believe that in 1957, TV executives couldn't think of a better nickname for Theodore Cleaver.
 Pick a Beaver, any Beaver. But Beaver? Come on, someone with some etymology information out there let me know when this began to take on the meaning it has today. Besides the little furry woodland creature, we all know the slang definition. You can't think of calling a boy Beaver without cracking a smile, even just a small immature one.
Beaver?
"Hey, Beave, why don't you come over here and smoke my fag."
Come on. You can't tell me that in 1957, Beaver wasn't slang for a woman's coochie. They had all those other words we use back then, you know which ones I'm talking about. You're thinking of them right now, shame on you.
I think some writer was hitting the cocaine and thought, "Hey man, dig this ... we name the kid Beaver. Yeah, yeah, and he gets picked on by another kid named ... Lumpy. Yeah, man ... Lumpy and Beaver ... that'll be neato."
It's just a thought. Not much of a blog today but then again, you're getting all this for free so whatcha want? Maybe I brought a smile to your weary face? If so, it was worth it wasn't it? That, and you'll think of the word Beaver all day. Guaranteed.
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