The “F” Word and You
Aren’t words a funny thing? We’re taught from a very young age that actions speak louder than words. Yet, for some reason, once you get older that isn’t at all the case because there’s a certain stigma that accompanies one word: the “f” word.
Used in many different forms (I’m sure we’ve all heard the audio clip with the old guy reading the many ways the “f” word can be used) no other word in the English language can have such powerful meanings in so many distinctly separate contexts.
When you’re younger, include in this time frame early adulthood, when someone in a superior role uses the “f” word towards you, it strikes fear into your soul. While playing JUCO baseball I had a coach that called all the players “mother ‘f’ word.” I won’t lie, at the time, it hurt a little to be called that every day. Looking back on it now, I see it as a joke and ridiculous that one such word could have such a powerful meaning.
There will be a mini-discussion in this blog about the wonders of the “f” word. How it can make a person feel great in a brief moment of anger; how it can make a person express utter shock; how it can express ultimate pleasure and satisfaction. Join us won’t you, as we peruse the landscape in search of all things, well, “f” word.
Brandy:
I’ve heard that those who use expletives to get their point across have no other means of doing so.
Fuck that.
I do not subscribe to that theory as I’m very educated and have a vast vocabulary. I use it deftly and mercilessly daily – mostly to cut the object of my berating off at his proverbial knees. I enjoy the oral castration of the less fortunate caste. It thrills me to my core.
Use of the F-word is a martial art where I’m from. Raised partly by a construction foreman, I owe my fearlessness to him. You see, his favorite saying is “Fuck you, you fuckin’ fuck.” Verb. Adjective. Noun. Quite simple. To the point. Brutal.
He has a t-shirt with that saying – black background, white text. He has a bumper sticker with the phrase. It adorns his Harley, Clarice, like a hickey on a harlot. You expect it. White on rice. Blonde on Barbie. Something like that.
I don’t begrudge those who use the word – if they say it with class and with confidence and if they can back it up with a strong spine and a soul piercing stare.
Kevin:
“I’ve heard that those who use expletives to get their point across have no other means of doing so.”
I’ve heard this same thing and my reaction is of quite the same verbal assault as my New Jersian counterpart.
To those that say swearing cuts down a man’s dignity for being unable to further his cause by doing so, are fucks.
Listen, I know the argument when in a public setting that using foul language can pierce the ears of an unsuspecting, impressionable toddler, and if that does happen, what would I have his parents tell them?
How about I don’t really care because I’m not your kids’ fucking parent, you are. You raise him.
It isn’t the responsibility of society to raise your child, it’s yours. And if you’re not up to the challenge, well then we’re all better off without your economy wasting, tax funnel that is your uterus.
Words are merely that. Words. They can hurt from time to time when they’re made to be personal. But using the word “fuck” in my every day lexicon doesn’t make me stupid, my IQ’s in the 150s, or uneducated, I have a degree in journalism, it just means that I like the sound of hearing the word “fuck.”
It pleases me. Some people like listening to Baroque music (boring fucks) and some people like listening to John Tesh (masochistic fucks), but no one tells them they can’t enjoy their passions anymore.
Think of it this way: it is un-American, un-Patriotic, hell, its un-Toby Keith, to tell me I can’t lay down an “f” bomb whenever I please.
I mean seriously people, fuck.
Til’ next time…