Yesterday, during the time I’d set aside to fill out the mountain of forms that are required to enroll a child in Karate class and to write out next week’s grocery list (what an exciting life I lead, right?) I found myself screwing off on the Internets. Sound familiar? You do it too, right?
My friend Allie posted this article written by a blogger who doesn’t like to read curse words…I think she called her a “pearl-clutcher.” Snort.
Since I have a tiny bit of a potty mouth and I really did not want to fill out that Karate paperwork, I clicked open. I am also a tiny bit of a procrastinator.
The author of this article says bloggers who use dirty wordies are “idiotic” and “Neanderthal.” If one swears in their writing, it is clearly due to a lack of ability to express oneself in polite language. The article goes on to compare writers who swear to easy high school girls. You know…the whole tired cliché about no one respecting the good-time girl.
I finished the rest of the article…the word “need” was used approximately 164 times. Okay, not really that many but it was a sanctimonious virtual scolding to writers and bloggers who use less than pristine language upon occasion.
So, I picked my fucking knuckles off the ground and started to write…you know, like the Neanderthal I clearly am.
I have a potty mouth. It’s not something I am particularly proud of but I’m past the point of really being ashamed of it. I have a filter (sometimes) and I have a decent amount of situational awareness. In most circumstances, I can figure out when I need to mind my language…or to really, really try hard.
For example, I did not walk into my kid’s Kindergarten class, shake the hand of his new teacher and say “Nice to meet you Mrs. So & So…now tell me why I had to buy so many fucking glue sticks?” I kind of wanted to, but even though I might use colorful language, I’m not an idiot and I know better than to drop f-bomb at my kids’ school.
Would I complain about fucking glue sticks to my husband or to a friend I felt comfortable with? You bet your ass I would. To the cashier at Walmart who got to ring up said sticks of glue? Mmmm…probably not. And yes, people. I am hung up on the glue sticks but I will get over it. Maybe.
I write about life. My life. Sometimes my life is messy and sometimes, what’s happening warrants a swear word or two. Sometimes it doesn’t. I don’t write an article and say to myself “hmmm…needs more f-bombs” during the editing process…in fact, f-bombs are fairly uncommon for me and the ones above were used mostly for effect.
I write from my heart and my gut and I’m much more likely to edit out PG-13 language than I am to keep it in…but sometimes I leave it in because it represents what I was thinking or feeling, or what was happening. Because sometimes there’s no other way to describe a shitstorm that to call it a shitstorm, you know?
I swear. Should I swear less? Probably. People, I have a list as long as my arm on things I am working on. Taming my potty mouth isn’t very high on my list of self-improvement items. Not apologizing.
Do I write honest stuff that comes from the heart that’s rated E for everyone? Sometimes. Do I ever get through a day without swearing? Sometimes…by the way, that day wasn’t today but maybe tomorrow will be a little less rough.
My blog is a lot of things. It’s a little space on the internet for my words…my words…that gives an authentic peek into my world. Sometimes, I have a potty mouth…so what? I’m a responsible person of above average intelligence. People trust me with their kids. I can walk into a church without the walls bursting into flames. I try to be kind and I try to be a good mom…although sometimes I miss the mark on both of those things.
I don’t think I’m edgy or hip because I swear. In fact, I’m not really hip at all. I’m not swearing to get noticed, to “go viral,” or because the cool kids are doing it, although who doesn’t think sites like Moms Who Drink and Swear and the Bloggess are cool? Maybe don’t answer that…obviously they’re not everyone’s cup of tea. And neither am I. And that’s okay.
If you’ve read this far, I hope you’ll stick around. You may have to hold on to your pearls and overlook my word choices on occasion, but sometimes, I feel like I am still finding my voice. If I want to use that voice for swear words…my choice.
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