I love a good curse word. Hell, I love a BAD one, too.
I didn’t grow up that way. While my parents occasionally cursed around my brother and I, it was very understood that those words were not to be uttered by the under-18 set. So we didn’t.
I think I was 16 and working at my first job before I picked up the “uh-oh” lingo. Whoops.
It has been said that resorting to profanity to get your point across display a lack of education; you fall back on “easy words” to get your point across, instead of “acceptable” ones. I’m a college graduate, and know plenty of “big words”, thankyouverymuch. I’m an educated curser—is that better, or worse?
Research has shown that curse words “perform social and psychological functions, and utilize particular linguistic and neurological mechanisms. Further, swearing is a widespread but perhaps under appreciated anger management technique.”
Big words said by people whom I’m sure use profanity. Sweet.
Apparently, most people use about 80-90 “swears” each day. Sounds about accurate for me.
Oh, I found this particularly intriguing: “men generally curse more than women, unless said women are in a sorority.” I wonder how they concluded that?! Were they recording my sorority sisters' late-night chats?
Now, my husband and I have long enjoyed a good curse word. When we found out that love bug was on the way a few years ago, we knew our days with profanity were numbered.
Husband and I made a pact to stop once he was born.
That was three years ago, and we haven’t f**king stopped. We just can’t. We’ve tried!
We recently revised the pact (thanks to love bug actually talking): foul speech would be reserved for spaces that little ears aren’t in. That’s great, until someone gets hurt.
You know the drill: kid leaves toys out, mom steps on toys, kid laughs, mom curses and does the ouch-ouch dance. You don’t even think about it, but it just HAPPENS. Emotions took over (in this case, “MAN THAT F**KING HURT!), and a resounding *BEEEEEEEEEEEP* came out.
Maybe he didn’t hear it?
No such luck. Love bug treated me to a *beep* or two of his own that afternoon.
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