I have been giving profanity a little thought lately.
Not much; just a little.
When I started out on this scribbling lark all those years ago, I tended to be so squeaky clean that a bishop could have read this from the pulpit without turning a hair.
But f*ck that, I thought. This isn’t the way I talk or think. My thoughts certainly aren’t quite that puritanical, so I started to write as I think, if not quite how I speak.
That went on for a while but then I began to question whether or not I was being a little hypocritical. After all, if I pepper my scribbles with f*cks and c*nts then people know precisely what I am saying and will instantly insert the correct form as they read. So what is the point? Calling someone a c*nt is precisely the same as calling them a cunt, so sticking asterisks all over the place isn’t going to prevent anyone from being offended? It is just hypocrisy.
I decided to drop the hypocrisy. I decided to go for the full blown frontal assault and use the words as they appear in any respectable dictionary.
But why use profanity at all?
Two reasons. One is that that is the way I think, though my spoken verbiage may be slightly modified. It is a habit. It is a drop of punctuation to emphasise a point. The main reason though is the utter crap I have to deal with on a daily basis. I defy a saint not to swear in modern society where anyone with any level of imagined authority seem to feel free to rob me blind and dictate precisely how I should live my life. When the world is being run by brain-dead, incompetent idiots, it is difficult to confine oneself to the language of polite society.
Some people say I swear too much.
Others say I don’t swear enough.