F**k, and cursing in general

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BINGO!

 

I'm fairly certain I have never posted that meme before, so in addition to messing up when thought you were so clever in correcting my use of the wrong homonym, you blew this, too. Thank you for once again making me smile.

 

Despite my best efforts to not curse at all in front of my kids, I’ve let a few slip out. Mainly when I’m driving and find myself surrounded by dumbfuck Marylanders.

But when I go home and The Philly comes back out, all bets are off. I can curse more in a few hours there than I would in a calendar year anywhere else.

 

Maybe not offended, exactly, but, as Driftwood said, there are things that, really, are graphic, and for mature audiences. But those two words have become so common, and used so thoughtlessly, that we've put them out there for the general public, to see and hear, and think about, but probably, to not really know or understand just because of immaturity and the fact that they are actually inappropriate for them.

 

That there's more and more colorful obscenity on television and in the movies and in the newspaper simply aligns language with reality.

This is the way people have always spoken, and to revise it, or censor it, or worst of all massage a quote in order to meet some false standard of piety or propriety has always been wrong.

It is a lurid and picturesque and precise part of speech - as near to making poetry as most folks will ever come - and we can do our best to keep it away from children, but we shouldn't falsify the public record in order to make someone at the League of Decency feel less moral agitation.

 

My pharmacy screwed up this week, screwed up badly enough that I'm going to go at least one day without an asthma medication. I'll be fine, but it's the sort of thing that infuriates me because it is far from the first time and this sort of mistake could seriously endanger someone's health. I tried speaking to the pharmacist, but she kept making excuses and told me my only option was to drive an hour away because that was the only place that might have it in stock. She also kept talking over me. Finally, I got angry enough that an F-bomb slipped out. I apologized immediately but maintained that their mistake was inexcusable. I then asked for a manager and she hung up on me.

Now, maybe she was offended by the f-bomb. Or maybe it's a reminder of the need to control my use of such language because it gives someone an excuse to bail on an uncomfortable conversation when they are in the wrong.

 

If most people don't care enough about themselves to not be 50-100 pounds overweight, why in the blue fuck would they care about everyday civility?

 

It's like with the old Hastech newsroom computers/paginators. All you could do when the crashed was curse at them.

 

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Or maybe she reads this board.