My Filthy Fucking Woman Mouth
I curse. I curse a lot. Most of the time, I don’t realize I’m doing it. When in professional situations, I have to be aware of whats about to come out of my mouth and have an active filter. Professional situations. The other 16 hours of the day is open season.
I fucking love the English language [all languages really, but English is what I am intimate with]. I love subtlety, parody, humor, poetry, and I’ve always found myself to be excited when interacting with cunning linguists.
But oh, heaven forbid I swear in front of “polite society”. Its “low class”, “undignified”. Its “unladylike” (and OH GOD WON’T SOMEONE PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN!) Well, I say fuck classist and sexist ideas about language. Language is for everyone. Its common ground. When I made minimum wage, I spoke the same damn English as a millionaire. If I was born with a dick, I’d express myself in the same fucking manner. I’m not “afflicted” with my language, I am enraptured by my language. I choose my words carefully and I use them intentionally.
The way I speak and the words I chose don’t make my ideas any less valid or my voice any less important. Sorry if I break up your white collar boys club vibe by saying I’d fuck Rachel Maddow in ways that are illegal in most states. Especially when the current topic is “celebrities I’d bang”. For fucks sake, can’t a girl socialize?
Now, this isn’t to say we should all converse like sailors on shore leave, no. I think of cursing like salt: just the right amount makes a dish come together, but too much will ruin the intended taste. In life, there are situations, reactions, and opinions that are not accurately conveyed without strong, striking language that demands attention. When you love a language, you love all of it. Being looked down on for individual diction is fucking annoying.
And I leave y’all with this: Liza Minelli’s Favorite Words
