I firmly stand by the belief that a well-placed expletive has its rightful spot in our world. As a woman, I feel just as entitled to unleash a “f-bomb” as any man. My kids are well-acquainted with the full range of colorful language, and to be honest, I’ve probably taught them most of those words myself. Since they know their way around a curse or two, I’ve made it clear that there are certain times and places where it’s acceptable to let loose. For example, dropping a fork on your foot at home? “Holy moly!” might be just fine. But in front of Grandma? Maybe not so much.
One thing I absolutely refuse to teach my kids is the idea that boys can curse freely while girls must “act like ladies.” Nope, just absolutely no. That notion is rooted in outdated sexism. Let’s be real; women have an unparalleled grasp of language, and we’re not going to be silenced because some folks think we’re still living in the 1800s. I can guarantee you that those supposedly demure Victorian women were probably muttering some creative swear words under their breath while knitting away.
Women have fought hard for equal rights, and being able to say “flapdoodle” or “butt nugget” without shame is part of that freedom.
Here are a few reasons why I won’t be toning down my language anytime soon:
- Cursing is just plain fun.
Words like “fiddlesticks” and “gobbledygook” are downright hilarious. Seriously, try saying “sweet mother of pearl” without cracking a smile. - I trust fellow swearers more.
To all the fellow cursing moms out there, you are my tribe. I appreciate your candidness and the colorful language you use to get your point across. It’s refreshing. - It adds a punch when needed.
I’m grateful we live in a world where someone like Samuel L. Jackson can narrate Go the F*** to Sleep. Because honestly, kids, just GO THE F*** TO SLEEP. - Sometimes life throws curveballs.
If you stub your toe, nothing expresses that frustration quite like shouting, “son of a biscuit eater!” - I once read a study.
It claimed that people who curse tend to have larger vocabularies and are linguistically more advanced than those who don’t. Sounds good to me! - You’re not the boss of my language.
In the end, being a lady doesn’t mean I have to filter out all the delightful terms of endearment like “silly goose” or “fluffernutter.”
Rest assured, I can still act like a responsible adult when the occasion calls for it. I promise not to unleash my inner Tarantino around your kids at the supermarket. I’m a controlled user of profanity, usually saving the naughty words for the right moments. For example, I won’t be bringing “dingleberry” or “banana hammock” to the PTA meeting.
But if I stub my toe, all bets are off.
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In summary, expressing yourself freely shouldn’t be dictated by outdated gender norms. Embrace your language, and remember that it’s perfectly okay to sprinkle in a bit of humor and honesty, no matter the setting.