Swearing, under any circumstance is neither big nor clever. Deliberately using profane or hostile language around a child is honestly the most deplorable act of precipitous ignorance and the most recklessly despicable thing you can do. With vulgar referrals exclaimed with intolerable relish, that consist of all the intellectual provocation of a nipple tassel. Reliance on such abusive, inane and contentious means of expression is sadly an inflammatory representation of an individuals limited vocabulary and intellect. What a shame then that I’ve basically just described myself!
In all fairness I don’t advocate swearing-in front of children, as even I make a concerted effort not too when around children of any age. The fact that I used to whisper obscenities into my daughters ear when she was a baby is beside the point, I was trying to give her an advantage over the other children when she eventually goes to nursery, but was swiftly reprimanded by, well everyone! So yeah, I like to swear. I don’t condone it’s use or promote it, but it’s so ingrained in my lexicon that its explicit use is almost a second language, especially when I’m gaming.
A vocal projection of aggression, frustration or even pain is cathartic, particularly when you lose as often as I do. Obscenities are an instinctive guttural provocation, the very essence of primitive retaliation. All rationality is assuaged by a response that is decidedly irrational. It’s inherently satisfying to rifle off a series of epitaphs, condemning the vicarious activities of an artificial provoker you can’t see or directly interact with. If you stub your toe the instinctive thought process isn’t to rationalise the incident, calculate the appropriate response and prudently voice your agitation by exclaiming “Gosh, that really rather smarts?! I really must consider my surroundings more thoroughly before making such a hasty exit or risk being accosted by my shoddily constructed Swedish furniture”.
Admittedly profanities shouldn’t be casually dropped into every conversation. Detailing a “chicken curry” recipe for your mother doesn’t really necessitate the inclusion, but at the right time, under appropriate circumstances a profanity can actually enhance a sentence. Possessing the capacity to regulate these provocative words with considered, articulate cognitions is an exemplary way of disclosing information. But a swear word emphasises a sentences connotation with more immediate effect. Its dramatic, assertive and denotes the seriousness of what you are trying to convey. All of a sudden people are interested, because of the swear.
Having an affable demeanour, being punctual and treating people with respect are important qualities to boast. However the use of obscenities shouldn’t detract from those qualities. They are merely legitimately documented words in the English Oxford Dictionary, expressed with passionate zeal that society deems inappropriate despite many profane definitions having very mundane and practical characteristics associated with them. Years of embellishment has drastically altered the way we interpret many of these grammatically versatile words, that now provoke offense because of the belligerent perception.
There is such a thing as appropriate swearing and personally I find most “abusive” words funny, even profoundly effecting. The way swearing is censored with audible beeps, even though you know exactly what the concealed word is still amuses me. The scene in “Planes, Trains And Automobiles” where Steve Martin, irritated by an absent car drops a series of explosive F-bombs on the unwitting car rental agent with aplomb is gut achingly funny! Rage Against The Machine’s “Killing In Name”, an anthem about institutionalised racism wouldn’t be as iconic if not the for profanity laced crescendo that emphasises the iconic songs rebellious provocation.
Make no mistake swearing is as important to the English language as Shakespeare or The Simpsons. It may seem crass, perhaps even offensive, but sometimes exasperation is the only way to be heard. Perhaps its time to resume my daughters English tutelage again?