Yup. Aside from obvious situations where it’s inappropriate to swear, my parents and friends’ parents are the only people who I clean it up for.
To be honest, only when I drive–and then, only when someone does something stupid around me. I never get Road Ragey, but a few well-delivered expletives help me feel better.
Also, if I hurt myself bad enough, I might swear a little.
I love to use so called profanity. I love the way it rolls off my tongue, the way it is worked into slang so well, just the way it sounds all colorful. Love it.
But I do try to watch it around kids, because who wants to have that stupid conversation with their parents about why it is dumb to make certain words taboo, while you can bring the worst kinds of ideas and statements out of your mouth using the prettiest words in the English language. I sure don’t feel like having that discussion all the time.
I allow my daughter to use profanity, which she does very welll, but not very often. She knows she can’t use it at school, or around grandma, and she has it pretty much mastered…she feels no need to flaunt it. I taught her how to say ‘bullshit’ to the face of anyone she feels is feeding her bullshit, regardless of their age. I have gotten in trouble about that one a few times, but I think it is worth it.
I really in my heart believe that people that object to profanity around them are playing some kind of power game. Just because you have decided that certain words are not ok, doesn’t mean you get to make me uncomfortable for using language that I don’t see as profane at all. If you get me to ‘respect’ you by not using these words you have listed as obscene, do I get to give you a list of words you can’t say around me?
I do notice that using colorful language isn’t really fun if the atmosphere is such that others aren’t into it. I mean, telling a stranger on a bus, “could you move your shit out of the way, please? Thanks” just isn’t something I would ever say. Because no one else around is into it. But saying that around a bunch of like minded people is no big deal at all. Interesting to me.
ETA: Glengarry Glen Ross is one of my favorite movies. If one thinks that over-using profanities saps the power of the words, that movie proves otherwise. Love it.
I spent years restraining myself for the sake of the children. Now that they’re grown I’ll fucking swear whenever I want.
I want pretty often.
Ha! If I ever saw a little kid call a grown ass person out on his crap and say, “Bullshit,” I’m not sure if I would die a thousand times laughing, or if I would heart that kid forever. Probably both.
Pretty often. I’m a programmer in my 20s so it’s to be expected, and I’m a bit of a polyglot so now and then a foreign swearword gets thrown in. I tend to let slip some very unladylike utterances if say, I’m getting in my car and I touch a scorching hot seatbelt clasp. I try not to use bad language around little kids or my parents but sometimes it’s just no use.
As a matter of fact, my second favorite English word is “fuck”. 
What do you f***ing mean? God **** it, I never swear. Or maybe I do every now and then, but I usually keep it under control.
Haha; I came in here to possibly post this same thing. I play a game when I open threads here on the dope. I ask myself “I think someone will answer this way within X posts.”
In this case I thought to myself that someone will answer by using profanity on the very first post. Score one for me.
A looonnnngggg time ago my dad saw this kid and patted him on the head; and said “you sure are a cute little boy.” The kid replied: “Shutup, Shit Ass!”
True story… I literally laugh out loud every time I think about that.
The fuck you care?
Waaay too much.
When she actually did this, I was astonished. But desparate times call for desparate measures, and I had to fight hard on this one.
My husbands family came up from down South, and an adult cousin of my daughter argued with her for a long time about how she was going to burn in hell if she doesn’t believe in Jesus. My baby is prepared to combat that line of shit, because her mama was traumatized by worries of hell as a kid. So she called it. And me and her and her dad got in big trouble with all of his family, and they went from thinking she was such a sweet, well mannered classy young lady to thinking she was ghetto, disrespectful trash just that fast. I know it cost us something with his family, but I think it was worth it.
A question for those that don’t curse around their mom; Does she swear? My mom does, but none of us are allowed to do it in front of her.
Yes, about as often as I do, though with a smaller vocabulary. (Mostly “shit” and variations on “damn” with a few "fuck"s and "hell"s thrown in.) When I was in my late teens she tried to get me to say a few cuss words but the memory of being told “that’s not nice for little kids to say” is so deeply ingrained, yanno?
Never. A lot of my friends’ parents swear, and I’m sure they wouldn’t be shocked and offended if I inserted a bit of profanity here and there, but I just can’t use naughty words around them.
My mom does not curse around me except once in a long while out of stress or shock/pain (like the time she sliced her hand open while cutting fruit…that was a “Ow! Shit!” moment for sure).
At the very least! :eek:
Yeah, that’s pretty much my swearing habits (except I don’t use those major-leaguers at all). I was raised by a Mennonite mother who doesn’t even say “shut up;” I think she’s a little disappointed that all her daughters swear so much.
I’m just the opposite; I do try to keep it marginally clean on a daily basis, but when I get angry or hurt myself or something, I get real creative.
“Day 307 of my Great Experiment: Just as I suspected, the filthy heathens also have filthy mouths.”
I don’t usually splort food, but you almost made my soy dessert come out of my nose.
All the time, especially when driving. Not in front of my family, though, and not in front of children (which includes not at work, unless all the little bastards have gone!). Oh, and if I know it offends you I won’t. But I do swear a lot. I think it surprises people sometimes, just how much sweariness I can work into a normal conversation. Only yesterday I nearly made my new colleague choke (with laughter) by knocking over my cup of tea mid-sentence… “so if you just change the assessment focus then you can FUCKING CUNT!”
Frequently. I try to clean it up for my parents and around my nieces and nephew (and other kids). Oh! I also try to be a little bit cleaner in the office too, but it doesn’t always work out.
Otherwise, I’m pretty free with it, and I like swearing. My siblings are *still *talking about that one trip to Vegas. Oy.
Like a fucking sailor.
I think we’re his psychology homework.