I personally think that there should not be "bad words"-- only bad thoughts and bad actions. I think it's absolutely ridiculous that a word that means 'poop' cannot be said on television, but TV programs can show hundreds of murders a day in gory detail.
Very rarely. Zig Ziglar talked about that in a book or a talk, i forget now, and he
was saying how it basically shows a lack of vocabulary.(and/or ignorance)
Obviously this isn't true 100% of the time but, I get the point.
I don't recall much if any at all in How To Win Friends And Influence People Either.
I cuss like a sailor, but I try to be respectful of others who may be offended, I'm pretty aware of where it's ok to cuss, and where not. I rarely do it around kids or elderly people, nor higher-ups at work, unless they are cussers, too.
I don't approve of verbal abuse, name-calling, etc., but if you do it to me, don't be surprised if you get an earful!
I don't approve of verbal abuse, name-calling, etc.
I personally think that there should not be "bad words"-- only bad thoughts and bad actions. I think it's absolutely ridiculous that a word that means 'poop' cannot be said on television, but TV programs can show hundreds of murders a day in gory detail.
Give me an 'H'!
Give me a 'Y'!
Give me a 'P'!
Give me an 'O'!
Give me a 'C'!
Give me an 'R'!
Give me an 'I'!
Give me a 'S'!
Give me a 'Y'!
What's that spell?
You're right. The hypocrisy is not being able to verbally describe sex acts, but the okie dokie-ness of conveying it through the game of Charades called "acting scenes".I don't see this as hypocrisy.
Choosing the when/where/why is no different than excusing yourself from present company to do any number of things you'd rather not do in certain company. Bet you've "adjusted" in the vicinity of "the guys" or your wife...bet you haven't in front of church or at a parent-teacher conference. That's all I'm getting at.Many have stated they curse around certain groups and not others, for various reasons. That seems more like hypocrisy than a comparison of what's on a television show.
I don't see this as hypocrisy. It's an exercise of free speech. Many have stated they curse around certain groups and not others, for various reasons. That seems more like hypocrisy than a comparison of what's on a television show.
I'm sure that using formal and informal diction in front of different audiences is not hypocritical at all. If I'm out with my friends, I'm going to turn loose just like them. If I'm in a meeting with instructors at school, I'm going to do a 180 and use a formal vocabulary. If you think about it, it's just words.You're right. The hypocrisy is not being able to verbally describe sex acts, but the okie dokie-ness of conveying it through the game of Charades called "acting scenes".
Choosing the when/where/why is no different than excusing yourself from present company to do any number of things you'd rather not do in certain company. Bet you've "adjusted" in the vicinity of "the guys" or your wife...bet you haven't in front of church or at a parent-teacher conference. That's all I'm getting at.
For all these years I thought that I was the only oneI have gotten much better about my swearing since becoming a Dad. My wife, OTOH, has taught the boy every dirty word he knows. :o
Well, I won't offend my mom, who I'm sure thinks of me as an unblemished innocent, nor anyone that signs a paycheck for me, but every ************ that's near and dear is liable to get the benefit of my colorful ******* vocabulary. Especially when I'm doing plumbing. Which I have some of to do today. At least when I'm building the deck it doesn't leak ******* water all over the ******* floor if it's not ******* perfect. ************* ***********. (Just getting ready, don't mind me).
Agree^. To a point.
Usually, I'm much more inventive than needing to resort to profanity as a way of describing someone who pushes my anger button. However, there is one... one ...waste of human skin (the spawn of a woman of uncertain marital status, whose paternity remains forevermore in question) for whom I'll absolutely dust off my name-calling repertoire. And twice on Sundays. Sideways. With a chair. To the face.