Expletives: “Fuck”, Are You Offended?

I have always enjoyed ribaldrous expletives thoughtfully slipped into sentences for maximum effect. The complete inappropriateness of lewd language, used creatively, when least expected  makes me smile.

A tad childish I know but hey, fuck it!

To be clear I abhor abusive, anger strewn swearing, spat venomously in the face of recipient; whether deservedly or not. I feel that once a person stoops to foul language in an argument they risk losing the moral high-ground. After-all, it can be difficult to respect a screaming fish wife or roaring bull.

I am also not so keen on continual swearing in conversation when other words would better serve. And yet,  I have no issue with colourful language in films or drama especially when used in relevant context.

Or an f bomb, or other colourful grenade, dropped nonchalantly for reinforcement.

I am no shy, retiring delicate flower; I know much of life is gritty and choose to not be easily offended by a string of seemingly innocuous letters written or uttered.


Everything is Energy

Still, truth is words have power, they are energy – the currency of communication. Their use/misuse has ramifications.

We have a duty to be discerning so when my father dismisses a film, on the grounds of bad language, well, this kinda fucks me off! I hate hypocrisy and having recently, unprovoked, called my husband “A vile man”, and subsequently chosen not to apologise to him I feel he has no right to then claim bad language to be offensive. This is, in itself, mightily fucking offensive!

In the end all words are just a string of consonants and vowels conceived to create meaning. They have magnificent power. They have none. It simply depends on how we choose to process them.

(And to wrap it up: some good news! Science indicates that folks that swear are more intelligent than those that claim offence to a jumble of letters given voice! If intrigued you can read more here.)