The love of cursing
I love to curse. Don’t you? I swear to make a punch line or emphasize my feelings. I didn’t grow up swearing; it just something, kind of like beer and coffee, that developed as I grew older. I spoke with Jim O’Connor once, who told me that I was fairly stupid and low class because I swear. (Read What’s wrong with Swearing?. Currupt the English Language, has he seen Shaun of the Dead….)
Still Jerry, the Chain Smoking Electrician, calls me Claudia the Foul Mouthed Therapist. I think that’s pretty cool.
We spent Thanksgiving with a family of non-swearing people. I don’t know how they pull it off but no one swears. They didn’t flinch or point or judge my swearing (at least to my face), they simply didn’t do it. Troy, who told me my writing improves if I mention him by name, told a long frustrating story with out one single curse. We even watched a Bronco game - and if you have ever watched a Bronco game there’s always plenty to curse about - and still no cursing. It was impressive.
Yet I like to swear!
I haven’t decided to stop swearing. Nor have I have I joined the band wagon to ban swearing from literature or television. I am just thinking about it.
Lynda Sandoval has her own answer. She has reintroduced all the faux swear words from our childhood. She says “fricking” or “freaking”. She even says, “Holy Crap”. This is another option to the swearing dilemma.
It’s just been on my mind, so I thought I would share!
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