Words

by dixie

There’s a raging debate over on the Rav about the use, appropriateness, and connotations of profanity. The post that sent me over the edge and back to my own blog (where I rant more freely than I do in a forum setting) had this gem:

“I have a hard time taking someone serious when they don’t even know how to express themselves without using ‘those’ words.”

Personally, I have a hard time taking someone serious (sic) when they can’t apply basic grammar rules. But that’s just my own elitism peeking out.

I swear (or “cuss,” if you’re from a certain region). Sometimes I swear a lot, generally when I am tired or stressed. (These sometimes coincide with me being angry, but not always. There may be a causal relationship there.) Sometimes I string words together into swears that are so long and elaborate that by the time I’m done saying them I’m suppressing a giggle and feeling a little better.

I like seeing and hearing creative uses of words, and enjoy artfully crafted epithets. Some words have really bad connotations, though, and as a personal choice I avoid the ones that have particularly racist or misogynistic colo(u)rs. I don’t really appreciate it when someone uses some of those words in hateful ways, but in those cases it’s not the words themselves that bother me, it’s the hate that inspires them.

Many people use the argument that swearing is a replacement for good vocabulary, and will assume that people who swear do so because they have no other words. I think these people base their argument on the false assumption that a swear automatically falls to the bottom of one’s choice list. I’ve been accused of many things, but having a small vocabulary is not one of them. Yet I swear. When I do, it’s not because I don’t have other words for the situation, it’s just that I’ve decided to choose those words. I like them. I like they way they sound. I like wrapping them into a verbal package that expresses the required sentiment. And sometimes it has the desired effect on the listener.

Overuse of any word, be it clean, profane, or blasphemous, does get irksome. I think that’s what some people are thinking about when they use that argument. When the word communicates nothing, when it’s not creative or artful, when it’s repetitive without rhetorical purpose, it gets old quickly. Sort of like reading an essay where the writer can’t get over the use of “very.” Even when the word is a swear, in my mind it’s not a profanity issue but a word issue.

Now if the prudes out there could just get whatever it is stuck up their behinds out and stop turning off their brains every time they hear the word “fuck,” we could get on with talking about substance instead of words…