Does my cat count?
The little fucker.
This morning.
Long story short but to a nursery owner. No, not babies… trees! That lying sack of shit wanted to add one more tree to an existing $3500 order, sight unseen, and assured me it was a beautiful red oak. When it didn’t respond in the spring I voiced my concern several times and he would hem and haw and say to give it time. Then when i started breaking dead branches off and called him to say he owed me another he said ‘we don’t guarantee them and to put my big boy pants on.’ Say what motherfucker? A good customer is out another $1000 because you push bad stock and I need big boy pants? A “Go fuck yourself” is close enough, right.
Checking online I saw numerous others complained how he’d screwed them and had been exceptionally rude. I posted my story and last I heard he was trying to sell the business.
It’s my nature to be kind and trusting to people. But I don’t tolerate liars or assholes well at all.
The last real time was a few years ago to my brother. I haven’t spoke to him since. I did use the phrase “how fucked is that?” in conversation the other night. I use the word quite often in social conversation.
I say it quite often to the TV, and inside my car to asshole drivers. I have also flipped the bird to drivers, but that was when they honked at me for driving slowly while looking for my lost dog. Never really needed to do it in person.
Online, all the time. In person, never.
Lets see, separated for 3 plus years… I guess about three years ago.
It was in my mind, a couple years ago, a time when I had to undergo a lot of introspection. I was in the midst of reading somebody’s ignorant opinion that really offended me, and my immediate reaction was to go “f*** you” in my mind. It becomes habitual. Said without thinking. But this time something felt wrong at the instant the phrase formed in my mind—a certain catch in the mind, something I’ve learned to recognize as a signal of rape survivor issues. For once I reconsidered what are we really saying when we use that phrase against someone. It’s a threat of rape. That’s all it means, literally. As soon as I flashed on that, I knew it was time to stop perpetuating the phrase. I feel weird to think how ingrained in our minds and habits it has become. Its use for verbal aggression and hostility is an expression arising directly out of rape culture. Time for a moratorium on it.
So I meant it and I haven’t said it at all in two years. I just up and quit.
How about… RIGHT NOW!? hehe JK
You mean other than driving? I pulled up to a meeting some time last summer, and there were a couple of women flagrantly flouting the local law and walking their dog on the sidewalk without having the dog on a leash. I asked them if they had a leash, and they said yes. I said maybe you should use it, and their response was maybe you should mind your own business. My response was maybe you should go fuck yourself.
I think that was the last time.
Jesus, reading these responses, I hardly sound like the polite Canadian in the thread. 
I’m not stalking you through threads, promise. But the last post of mine in another thread where I expressed my disappointment? You’re redeemed.
It’s probably been a few weeks or more since I last seriously said it someone.
I… don’t think about it that way, and I doubt most people do.
Okay, I don’t remember the last time I said ‘‘fuck you’’ out of anger, but it was probably at my husband. ‘‘Fuck’’ is a household word and we say ‘‘fuck you’’ in jest quite often, so it’s not as hostile as it sounds. And when I say it out of anger (which is not often, this had to be months ago) I apologize about two seconds later. He always holds his tongue during an argument, and though I struggle a little more with that, I do my best to keep up my end of the bargain.
I would probably use ‘‘fuck you’’ a lot more if it were allowed in the Pit.
Last week to my better half. He’s out on disability for the first time in his life and not doing well physically. I’m doing the caretaking full-time, so on top of everything else, finances are super (dupercalifragilistic) tight. Lots of stress flying around here whenever one (or both) of us gets overly sensitive, moody or combative. World War III broke out and I told him in no uncertain terms how I felt about him at the moment. Fortunately, we made up and begged watching Looper. It was over before it hardly started.
I’ve thought and typed out an awful lot of "fuck you"s in my life, and not once was the phrase ever intended or perceived as a literal threat of rape. It’s as much a mistake to interpret the phrase “fuck you” as a threat as it is to interpret “hold on” as a literal command to grab one’s seat.
You are naturally entitled to your opinion. Here’s mine: There are plenty of valid arguments to support the existence of a rape culture in America. This is not one of them.
I had never said it in anger before my break-up last fall. It’s just so disrespectful. I guess I owe her an apology.
I disappointed you? I must go research this. BRB.
Okay, I’m back. Disappointing people and redeeming myself and cooking a turkey all in one day - I’ve had a very busy day. 
13 months ago. A Canadian friend who got too drunk and was being overly vile. He slept it off finally, and all was well.
In real life? Only one time. About four years ago, summertime. I was depressed and taking one of my aimless walks. I came to a driveway and an old lady was sitting there in her car, waiting to turn. Normally I walk behind cars, but for some reason I walked in front of it. Because her attention was focused on traffic but not on the sidewalk right in front of her, she almost hit me.
She yapped at me about not watching where I was going.
My head snapped around and I told her to go fuck herself. I remember some spittle flew from my mouth.
Then I cried. (But not until I got home.)
I had a similar experience once! But the stupid lady actually DID hit me. I screamed, “What the hell is wrong with you?” (not normally my style at all), then I cried when I got my car.
This idiot wasn’t even driving, she was pulled up at a curb in front of a school at a complete stop in broad daylight and there was nothing else going on around us. She started running into me and I started running the other way and she kept going! I was like WTF, is this minivan TRYING to mow me down? Really shook me up.