I curse. I like to throw out the occasional f-bomb. I am a bit better now, but I still do it.
Not sure why. When I was a kid and when my mom was angry, she was so very talented at stringing words together that even David Mamet hadn’t thought of. Now she says ‘fetch’ and ’shoot’ which is good because her blood pressure is much lower and she is generally a much happier person, which isn’t due to her not swearing. I think it is due to the fact that she has been retired for over ten years.
I’m not an angry swearer. I mean, I do swear when angry, but I am more of a punctuation swearer.
Like when Stu forgot the keys and I said, “You gotta be fucking kidding me.” If I had said, “You gotta be kidding me” it just isn’t the same.
So I curse.
Fucking sue me.
September 21st, 2007 at 1:26 pm
One of my friends from high school did most of her growing up in the south. As an adult she moved back to the wrong side of the Mason-Dixon Line (no offense Mrs. Barker). The thing she misses most about living in MA is dropping the occasionally F-Bomb with out being stared at like she just slapped an infant.
I had a similar experience when I moved to CA. My boss who was originally from Detroit and at least 10 years old then mother leaned over to ask if I noticed how the Californians never swore. I learned to keep my potty mouth in check.
Now that I live back in MA I have to say there are few things as satisfying screaming an f’ you to a motorist who cuts me off in morning traffic.