According to the author of this article, profanity in the U.S. is on the rise. I find this a curious fact. I mean, I don’t curse that much. I do it on occasion though, to fully express my frustrations. I believe that with rising social tensions, with rising economic costs, people are increasingly frustrated. So they use bad words in response. Especially the “F” word, or as one particularly mature mother I had a run-in with said, “F-bombs.” Personally, I don't have a problem with profanity. I love all bad words, especially the "F" word. I can’t help it, the word, fuck, just says it all, you know?
“Honey, the bill came today from the fucking psychiatrist.”
“Yup. Fucking $650 we owe…again.”
“Well the kids have had pretty bad fucking weeks.”
“That’s why we have each other. I fucking love you.”
“I love you, my little fuck, my favorite fuckity fuck.”
You see? Now that’s real emotional expression.
Fuck. I am not in the mood to go to work tonight. Don’t want to teach this fucking class – don’t feel like explaining this goddamned material I learned ages ago to people who’ll never actually do legal research at the level of this class nor will they ever write at the level the class strives to teach. I don’t want to do it, money or no, hell or high water. Shit, I’d like to just stay home and shoot the shit on e-mail, or watch a mindless program on television. Fucking bitch.
As I write this, A is screaming. He’s having a bad day. Anyone who gets near him gets an earful. I say to myself instinctively in response to every outburst I hear, “Jesus fucking Christ.” I then can breathe and relax and deal with the situation in the most effective and calm manner possible.
My sincerest apologies to my dear Christian readers – please avert your delicate eyes.
The other day I was checking on J’s myspace.com account. Yes, I allow him to have it because half the kids in his classes have one and it seemed a good way to keep him off the phone, a creative way to learn HTML, a fine social thing provided he keeps all private information OFF the profile pages and doesn’t answer e-mail from strangers. So on this myspace.com the kids can post “bulletins” to one another. The bulletins of all the 12-14 year olds on myspace.com ALWAYS have the word “fuck” in them – in the titles, in the body. Somewhere in the bulletin WILL be the “F-bomb,” whether appropriately used or not. Be advised, the spelling is atrocious.
Dearest Grammartist readers, avert your delicate eyes.
Take note of this darling posted early last week, “Anser thes questchuns orr u wil fucking dyee!” Please note the only word spelled correctly.
Or, “Aborshun is soooo fucking WRONG!” The “wrong” impressed me.
I quote directly. I take it as a learning experience for the young minds. They are testing out their management skills and delving into politics. Certainly, they are expressing themselves in a way that will horrify their parents, society, but isn’t it a known fact that the most effective expression of what’s in the common heart will horrify, essentially? Think burning flags, think banned art, think James Joyce as “obscenity.”
Fuck, those myspacers are bad spellers.
Oh god, the fucking time. I have to get to the shitty class to teach shitty material. I’m such a fucking bitch - they are depending on me and here I am pissing on their Wheaties.
In conclusion, I do think the cursing is superfluous as far as reading and written expression. As Joe Cormack of Fort Dodge, Iowa says in the article, "I mean, if I take [the bad words] out of your vocabulary, you've got nothin'!" On the other hand, it does make for a cheap laugh. I read the F-word and I laugh. Richard Pryor started that trend, may his soul rest in fucking peace. Today, any day, any time of the day, you can hear the funny profanity on the Comedy Channel to get a quick laugh. Oh, and I do think it releases tension (sort of like a good fuck does) which is why I think ultimately profanity is okay. Perhaps if more countries loosened up on the profanity laws, we’d have fewer wars. Maybe Iraq wouldn’t be in such uproar if they allowed their veiled women to roll out a few fucks and shits.
‘Cause you have to agree, war is a punk-ass bitch of thing.
Did I mention to you how goddamn sleepy I am?