I was brought up by the cleanest-mouthed parents in the world. The musical was actually called "Darn Yankees" in my house. My mom once scolded a neighbor girl for using the word "butt" in our house, and I got in trouble once for "crappy" (picked it up from a schoolmate, had no idea it was a "bad word").
So, in short, I don't cuss. I'll admit, in my parent-less middle age, "crap" and it's derivatives are in my vocabulary, but that's about the worst I'll use, and generally not in conversation. It's just the way I was brought up. (Think "Beaver Cleaver Suburbia.")
I don't mind people using language when it means something, but I do get a little tired of the guys who use certain expletives "like commas," as a previous poster described it.
Oddly enough, I don't think of myself as a "prude" when it comes to anything else.
Oh yes, I do. The minor ones, the major ones, and even the one that offended Charlotte in that Sex & The City episode. Sometimes it's just appropriate.
My parents don't like it, but I remind them that the first time I started swearing was when I was 2 years-old and someone cut my father off on I-95 outside of DC. Dad didn't say anything, because they had decided it was time to stop saying those words in front of me.
For those of you who have children and don't cuss, I'm curious: How did you remove their toys from all that (#*%&$(% packaging ? I never have figured out how to do that without letting more than a few choice words fly.
For those of you who have children and don't cuss, I'm curious: How did you remove their toys from all that (#*%&$(% packaging ? I never have figured out how to do that without letting more than a few choice words fly.
For those of you who have children and don't cuss, I'm curious: How did you remove their toys from all that (#*%&$(% packaging ? I never have figured out how to do that without letting more than a few choice words fly.
Another victim of the real challenges of parenting, I see.
I actually came home from running errands several years ago to be greeted by DH with, I'm so glad you're finally home, she's driving me crazy about playing with her new Barbie, but doesn't want me to open it because she says when I open them their hair gets all frizzy and she can never make it pretty again.
I loathe opening toys, Barbies among the worst. Daddy will open that for you was truly one of my most common sayings back then. I gave him the stinkeye.
I used to a lot more than I do not. I have worked hard to try and stop. Every once in a while one will slip out. Ever see somebody win some thing? The first thing out of their mouth is Oh My God. And you see it in writing all the time - OMG. Now I always write it like this OMGoodness!