Weekend Edition - I swear!

"My father worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium, a master." Ralphie in Christmas Story


In this weekend edition, I wanted to discuss a topic near and dear to my heart - cursing!

My mother, a sweet southern girl, born in Alabama could make the toughest trucker blush with her use of profanity.  So needless to say, I learned from a Hall of Fame swearer.  A habit that has gotten me into hot water, as early as elementary school when I dropped an F bomb on an unsuspecting third-grader.  On the flip-side, I also learned that swearing is a great way to get a quick laugh.  Laughs, I still crave to this day!  There is nothing like getting a group of people to giggle uncontrollably with a few off color jokes!

But this appreciation for working blue, isn't universal.  I don't get it, but I'm telling you it's true.  There are people that are offended by bad words.  And if you plan to stay employed it's best to know who those people are and CLEAN IT UP!

When I was a young buck, just starting my career I approached work, like class.  Best behavior and language was a must.  You know, act the part.  But I quickly learned that people in the corporate world, curse.  They curse a lot!  Which over the years has just grown and solidified my love for the dark arts of swearing!

I love stories about famous and successful people who curse.  Our city's mayor, Rahm Emanuel, is one of my cursing heroes!  Steve Jobs, not only a cursing Jedi but also was not afraid to curse at his people! WOW - now that takes stones! On a personal level, I worked with two gals in Sacramento, CA that were so skilled at profanity that I felt I had to up my game.

However, my love for the dirty words has been tough.  Tough on my kids.  I try so hard to clean it up, but when something falls or some person in traffic cuts me off - the gloves come off and it's SHOWTIME!

However, should I feel that bad?  Or am I just preparing them for real life.  I'd like to think it's a mixture of both.  But I guess I'll just take my son's word for it - while cursing another driver in the city, his voice boomed from the back seat, "Daddy, why do you say those words?  You know I'm learning back here!"

Well played son...well played!

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