“Puta!” my four year old neice shouted in her snotty voice. She’s having a tantrum and the grave cursive was intended for her mom.
Let me borrow the bl0gs title from one of the punk bands I had in my playlist because this is as disturbing as the punk era when Sid Viscious reigned. I didnt know where she picked up the word for we dont use it at home. Our family is a very traditional, very conservative Christian family who adorn the house with Jesus Christ and Virgin Mary paintings that seemed to stare at you making you feel guilty even making the tiniest mistake. So where might she had picked that word up? Barney doesnt say it, does it? Maybe at school. She attends a Christian nursery school. Maybe on the way home from school. Maybe somewhere else.
Cursing had been an act extremely prohibited at home like its somekind of a taboo. I graduated in grade school and never said “gago(asshole)” even once. But high school is different, if its not allowed at home you can do it in school. College was like being freed from a cage, so you do a lot of cursings, you learn a lot of cursives. You were late for class, you say “fuck the traffic.” You failed Physics 102, you say “fuck Newton.” Internet even glorified the language, you type every word and insert “fuck” between them makes you the coolest person in the universe. Record companies unwitting label “Parental Warning: Explicit Content” on cd’s when its not the parents who buy them, or it could be a marketing strategy, who knows. Cursing is the faintest act of rebellion and defiant. It means screwing the rules and feeling good after. It’s like drinking beer because drugs are illegal. Later when I had a job cursing had been helpful, you do it when you feel like saying it just as long as you say it in English and all the mute buttons within distance are pressed. Amazingly saying it in English makes you classy. Then I learned to cuss in Spanish, Japanese, Korean, German and Italian, which made me a linguist in some bad ass way.
Fuck is very convenient it could fit perfectly in any sentence that conveys any emotion. Eventually you’ll realize youre getting too far with cursing that even in the most serious of meetings you blurt out “what the fuck” then the conservative bosses would stare at you. My usual response would be “pardon my French” and “excuse my language”. I watch my mouth especially when I’m wearing a blouse and a slacks. Its not a very lady manner nor a professional one. But I cant be helped, even the guys told me to quit it. My friend would tell me I have a dirty mouth when they know I’m the only person who thinks Colgate 360 is mans greatest invention. It really sticks in my mouth that it can come out of my mouth without my brain sending commands to do it. Well as they say, it takes 21 days to develop a habit. And how can you kick an eight year habit?
As for my niece I know someday she’ll be writing a blog like this.
