I was a pottymouth through most of college (“Jesus hellfucking Christ on a hot potato shitstick,” et al.) but nowadays my vocabulary is immaculate. Unless I’m around old college buddies. Or particularly upset at the time. Or just have some emphatic point to make…ah, screw it.
(I might let out a rare “Shit!” from my desk at work, but I’m a good HR department worker and don’t let anyone hear.)
This thread reminds me of an anecdote about my niece when she was about five. She was fiddling with something and got frustrated:
Niece: Shit!
Her mother: What?!
Niece: …is a bad word, mommy.
I swear much less than I did in college. I’ve generally worked in offices where swearing is frowned upon. “D’oh!” has been a boon to my ability to express my frustration in a corporate-friendly way.
I still swear occasionally outside work, but not often.
God: “Where in the bible does it say you can’t fucking swear?”
Daniel: “No fucking where.”
Do I swear?
Fuck no. Swearing is for cunts and ass-rapers. Especially evil are the people who swear around children and their innocent pure-as-snow ears. They are the real shit-fuckers and it really angers up my asshole hearing the bitches say such filth around the cute little cocksuckers.
Actually, this reminds me of a question I ment to post in one of these forums.
Why does swearing feel so cathartic when used emotionally (or after you stubbed your penis)?
Seriously… Anytime I hurt myself around “polite company” you wouldn’t believe the effort it takes to turn FUCKING SHIT!!! into JEZZY PETE! It’s just not the same. Not even close. Zero catharsis in faux swear words. I believe real swear words actually relieve stress and ease pain.
Crap, darn, and shoot! Are all swear word placebos.
There’s been a lot of neurological research into this. Here’s a fuckin’ example. Interesting that somebody started this thread a couple of days after I started watching Deadwood.
Ha! Reading this thread is making want to strat watching Deadwood again. I stopped about half-fucking-way through season 1, even though I own the whole set of seasons, because I’m easily distracted and started watching some other fucking show.
Maybe you two could keep the sex talk down until the kids go to bed?
I swear, but half the time, it isn’t even because I’m angry. For me, ‘bitches’ is a way to describe a group of people. Before my boss and coworker went off to a meeting, they asked me to fix something and when I was done I texted my boss ‘hey bitches, I got it fixed.’
I think the only way to really explain it is for me to record myself talking, but fuck that, I don’t wanna.
When my first good friend had a child, we all went over to marvel at the wonder of the tiny babe. She was newly home from the hospital and hadn’t opened a lot of the toys they had gotten as many of them were for older babies.
One of the gifts they got was this adorable toy. Mr. Caterpillar has letters on his legs and has a mode in which you can type out words and he will pronounce them as the letters are put in. Of course the first thing we did was open him up and see if he would say swear words. Sadly, we could not get him to say any. If you typed in F-U-C, he would say, “Fuh, Uh, that tickles hahaha.” Now, that toy is the staple baby gift I get for people. I like to watch to see if they try and get Mr. Caterpillar to swear.
Me… meh. I find it childish for a society to create words for the sole purpose of telling people not to use them. All language is a legitimate form of communication. Moderating language use to circumstances is as easy as remembering not to show up naked at the office. And very few adults care about a swear word here and there. Last week I had an interview with a VP who casually dropped a “shit” into the conversation. I almost missed it, because I was listening to what he actually meant.
Insulting people is rude regardless of the actual words used.
I also use “scifi” swearing, often “frak” and “drek” and probably a few others, as well as English ones.
