America has a problem with foul language. It’s tearing at the very fabric of society, turning us all into a nation of rude, self-righteous bastards.
It’s not that we are cursing too often or gratuitously; not at all. It’s that we’re not cursing often enough. Yes that’s right. I urge you all to go out and start using the A-word, the B-word, the C-word, the D-word, and the rainbow of colorful E through Z words that comprise the vulgar vernacular.
“But, Justis,” you say, “if I did that, why I’d be no better than those potty-mouths on the MTV and the rock and roll music!”
Au contraire, mon petit concombre! Mais Non! Pas du tout.
Please, excuse my french, but I’m really passionate about this. The problem is not with the foul of mouth, but rather with those of us who are offended by it. Words, in and of themselves, have no power. I could stand at the top of the world and scream the F-word at the top of my lungs and nothing would happen. The F-word has no innate power. The only power it has lies in the minds of others. In fact, merely by calling it “the F-word” I just gave it more power. The mystique continues because I won’t print the word fuck on my website.
Now that I wrote it, your eye is drawn to it. In fact, your mind probably picked out that word before you even finished reading the sentence. It’s not a particularly long word. I didn’t write it in bold or italic print. But still it jumps out at you clearer than the word “bucket” for example. I just typed out a simple four-letter word, completely free of any derogatory context of any kind. But I guarantee that at least one person who reads this will wish I hadn’t.
Perhaps some historical context will help explain my point a bit further. See, most words we consider “bad words” entered the english language with the Norman invasion of England, circa 1066 CE. The Normans considered themselves a higher class of people than the resident Anglo-Saxons. As the Normans comprised the upper caste, Norman terms were considered polite, while the Saxon words were considered base and crass. So, everytime you get upset upon hearing a “curse word”, you’re actually just perpetuating racism based on a medieval class struggle. That makes you a big ol’ Nazi.
And nobody likes a Nazi.
I’m just sayin’…
Bye for now.
As a friends english prof would say: “Cursing is the crutch of inarticulate motherfuckers.”
I curse, a lot. I enjoy how it makes people uncomfortable. I do make one exception for the “C-word”. Women seem to overreact in a most unpleasant way when that word gets thrown out. Who knww they could be such cunts over something so simple as “coalesce”.
I guess it’s the same reason I own msot of tshirt hell’s tshirts, as well as anti-establishment.com.
edited by Justis (I’m feeling ironic…)