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Profanity is a Gift
Especially on the internet. Don’t be afraid of “bad” words.
Some of my earliest childhood memories involve sitting down with my dad and watching various movies and TV shows that, most parents wouldn’t consider . . . appropriate.
If the movie had either Adam Sandler or Pauly Shore, chances are, I watched it sometime during elementary school. As a family, our regular nightly routine consisted of watching Fox’s evening line-up: Married with Children, Married with Children, The Simpsons, King of the Hill, Malcolm in the Middle, The Simpsons again. Which I started staying up late, I realized that he watched The Simpsons and King of the Hill again after the ten o’clock news. And, as opportunity allowed, we’d watch, as far as I could remember, the only stand-up comedian my father liked: Mr. George Carlin.
Yeah, we weren’t the Huxtables.
Curse words weren’t tip-toed around in our house. Not to say that my parents encouraged and celebrate them — especially when we directed them at them — but my parents weren’t the “wash your mouth out with soap” or “put a quarter in the swear jar” kind of people. They swore — and still swear, seeing as how they aren’t dead yet — regularly, colorfully, and fluently.
They were just words, as our good friend George taught us. Words with certain…