My mother not only swore in front of us, she allowed us to curse, as necessary, to express ourselves. We couldn’t curse at someone (F*ck you, you piece of sh*t!) but we could curse to express our feelings (This is some b*llsh*t!) when appropriate (no other adults were around). Growing up like that taught me that 1) there is a time and a place for everything and 2) sometimes you’ve just gotta let it out! Lol
I have an amazing vocabulary and have always spoken well. I also curse like a sailor. I don’t mean I curse when I’m upset. I mean that I curse when I’m happy (Ay! Did you see that f***ing thing? It was HUGE! Whoo hoo!), I curse when I’m sad (Wow. I can’t believe I’ll never talk politics with my mom again. She was on her sh*t. She was amazing.), and I curse when I’m confused (What do you mean you don’t sell it anymore? That’s some b*llsh*t!).
He wasn’t raised like that at all. His parents still apologize to me when they let a curse slip (Oh! Excuse me. *sheepish grin*), so we are not at all on the same page about what we’ll allow in our home. I read this article about why cursing is good and I had to share it! Not only does it “prove” my theory that cursing is 1) normal 2) healthy, it also furthers my ideology that cursing helps to create a whole individual.
Number three is my favorite:
It’s been suggested (and debated endlessly) that people who swear are more honest and trustworthy.
Yeah! We’re very honest. Honest to a fault some might say, but would you prefer we lied? Anyhoo … what are the rules at your house? Do you curse around your children? What happens when they curse around you?