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March 15, 2022

No Cursing! I Got It When I Need It ***Not Explicit, but I do say a few curse words***

No Cursing! I Got It When I Need It   ***Not Explicit, but I do say a few curse words***

***Not Explicit, but I do say a few curse words***
When I grew up, we were not allowed to curse. The word 'curse' was considered a curse word and we could only use the words 'bad words' to describe profanity.

We could say, "Oh, they were saying bad words." Or, we could say, "They were cussing." Because even the word 'curse' was considered a bad word. But it was ok to use the word 'cuss'. 

The word 'hell' was considered a bad word. And to this day, it is still ingrained in me not to curse. I have a hard time cursing or using profanity. And that's probably a good thing. I think it's a good thing, and I'm proud of that. 

It's just that sometimes I wish I could lighten up a little bit and throw some words around to some people in situations where they are warranted.

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Transcript

Today, I'm always surprised at what passes for just everyday language. When I grew up, we were not allowed to curse. The word 'curse' was considered a curse word and we could only use the words 'bad words' if somebody was using profanity.

We could say, "Oh, they were saying bad words." Or, we could say, "They were cussing." Because even the word 'curse' was considered a bad word. The word 'hell' was considered a bad word. And so we didn't curse. That was ingrained in me.

And to this day, because of that 'in-gra-nation', I have a hard time cursing or using profanity. And that's probably a good thing. I think it's a good thing, and I'm proud of that. 

It's just that sometimes I wish I could lighten up a little bit and throw some words around to some people in situations where they are warranted. No one cursed or use bad words in my house, not even my father, and my father was an alcoholic. But I never heard my mother or my father use profanity. 

In our community, it was just understood - all the children knew you did not curse or use bad words. And as we got older, now and then somebody might do an "oh shoot" or an "awe shit." And that was considered, like, really awful.

And of course, none of the 'shoots' or any of those things happened if you thought an adult might be in earshot. So when I went to college, this was still ingrained in me - not to ever use profanity. it was still ingrained in me and I had a roommate from Long Island who had grown up with the same rules about cursing.

My roommate and I decided that we were going to practice cursing because we were at NYU and it was the sixties, and it just seemed like the cooler people were the people who knew how to use profanity just really well.

And it didn't even seem like a bad thing. It almost seemed like, "Wow, they're so cool that they can just rattle off profanity in such a charming way." And so they attracted other cool people because it seemed like they were cool, and we just wanted to be able to throw some words around.

So one Saturday, we decided we were going to practice our profanity. And after a couple of hours, we realized that we just really sounded silly trying to curse - trying to use profanity because it didn't match our voice tone.

It didn't match our way of speaking and how we had grown up with a certain speech pattern. That profanity just didn't work for us. We just sounded really stupid. So we let that go. 

I went into my adult life, and there were a lot of problems and issues that I was having at one point. I did manage to every now and then get out a 'shit' or just the 'F-word' that even now I have a hard time just saying just the 'F-word'. I became kind of good at throwing the 'F-word' around now and then.

My favorite thing to throw around, which I don't even think is considered profanity in today's world is, "Oh hell. Oh hell no! Oh hell no!" OK, so that was like my favorite thing, and that still is like my favorite thing.

"Oh hell no!" When something is just really bothering me. OK, so "Oh Hell, no." So a few years ago, I was in a very crowded Whole Foods here in New York City, and the woman in front of me was very slow.

So I would try to go around her when I would go, try to go around on the right, she would veer right with her basket. And so then I try to go left and then she wouldn't veer left.

And that happened for a little way into this aisle where I just could not get around her. And then all of a sudden she made a sharp sudden stop and my grocery cart will ran into the heel of her foot.

And I apologized and she went off on me, and all I could hear her saying was, "You need to look where you're going! You need to pay attention!" And I looked at her and I said, "Stay out of my way, bitch."

Now I don't know where that came from, but she was yelling some stuff back at me, and it didn't even matter at that point because I'm thinking, "Oh, hell yes! Girl, you got it when you need it."