Dear readers, if you’ve been with me for a while, then you know I hold a very special place in my heart for the Italian word “sticazzi.” It literally would translate to something like “these big dicks.” That’s kind of vulgar, I know. But then again, so is a lot of what goes on in Roman dialect. Sticazzi I like to view as a whole sort of life philosophy, taught to me by the Romans I’ve lived among for over a decade now. I dearly heart Roman dialect poet G.G. Belli, born in 1791, who expounded prolifically on the joys of this existential universal truth, one that I lovingly like to refer to as The “Who Gives a Flying F” Philosophy of Life.
But you know, universal truths are, after all, universal, aren’t they? And that’s how I ended up finding out that even Ice-T knows of the sheer genius behind the concept of sticazzi. Thank you to the incredibly talented writer Susannah Breslin and her blog for bringing this little gem to my attention.
Oh, yeah, and before you watch—I should warn you. Sticazzi is a nifty, fancy-shmancy Italian pretty-sounding way to say “fuck it.” So, you know, you’re going to hear the F bomb a wee bit if you watch this video. If that’s a problem for you, well, forewarned is forearmed. And also, might I add, stigrandissimicazzi.