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A Cursory History of My Cursing

How did I lose my swearing virginity? Well, one of the older kids in my neighborhood — she was nine to my six — taught me the word fuck on Halloween. What a word! It was an onomatopoeia before I even knew what an onomatopoeia was.

Years later, I kept getting called “ugly” when I got off the school bus. This went on a few times before I turned around, faced the obnoxious boys, and yelled, “FUCK YOU!!” The bus full of kids erupted in applause. (The taunting happened another time; I yelled my “fuck you” again, only to be met with total silence. This would be my first lesson in: Always Surprise Your Audience.)

These days, I find myself muttering fuck — a LOT. Mostly because I’ve been subsisting on pureed carrots and broiled hamburger for too long, and the thought of all I have to do while calorie deprived leaves me so overwhelmed, that muttering fuck is about the only thing that feels right. Note: I don’t go around yelling, “fuck you” at my kids. That would be weird.

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Swears strike the perfect tone. They allow me to bless Stepford with everything it has coming to it; and provide me with the first words needed whenever I read the news about the republicanreligiousrightteapartynutjobs.

If I had to figure out the psychology of why I swear, I would cite studies that show people who swear are hiding insecurity or providing shock value as an additive to humor. My own research shows that I am a person who is very easily frustrated, and that I tend to be surrounded by a lot of douchebags, mother fuckers and assholes.

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  1. So well said. I save mine as big artillery and thought of you when I started my day yesterday by telling my husband, “I’ve spent 45 fucking minutes tending to the pets!” I thought instantly how proud you would be of me. It provided perfect shock value and he offered to chauffeur me to work.

  2. I love when daughter-age-8 approaches the computer and sees “douchebags, mother fuckers and assholes.”
    But then again, I played Liz Phair in the car last week without thinking.

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