I have never met a derivative of the word "fuck" that I didn't love. Someone used to do a standup routine about it. It's fucking hilarious.
I like to call it the "swiss army knife" of words. It's a multi-use tool.
I curse in front of my kids. I'm not proud of it. I just do. I've not thought much of it. I never bought into issuing a blanket edict: Don't use that BAD word. No word is inherently bad. Teach them context, I'd tell the better half when I first posited my idea of not "banning" words outright in our household.
"You take the call from their principal then," she'd reply, "This is your baby." Fair enough.
I WANT to teach my kids about the power of language. I don't want to take some of the most powerful tools available away from them for no discernible reason, other than "society" says so.
In other words, if I hit my thumb with hammer and yell, "EEOOWWWWW, MOTHER FUCKER!" ...
That's a far cry from "Go to your room, motherfucker!"
My kids will know the difference.
(Trust me, this relates to blogging. On the flip.)
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