Easy Cocktails from the Cursing Mommy: New Yorker humour
If you are offended by what my mother called "language" (in a highly disapproving tone), you will not enjoy this New Yorker piece, so don't effing read it. WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE; DISTURBING PORTRAYAL OF PARENTAL ROLE
The rest of you, click here for Ian Frazier's "Easy Cocktails From the Cursing Mommy".
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In an essay, Marie Brennan calls the "F" word our new Swiss Army Knife of popular profanity. It pretty much can transform into any part of speech. I remember the first time I heard it spoken aloud in a school teacher's room. I knew then we had gone to hell in a hand basket. Remember when swearing was something truckdrivers did? Or at least that was what my mother always said. Although, her family could toss a few bom mots around with the best of them. Once used fo emphasis, or to sound cool, most of these words seem to have lost their umph. If you see a wince, it's probably due to disgust with some people's limited vocabulary. What's acceptable in polite society has certainly changed, but thankfully there are still some taboos and always will be.
I too wince and tire of the repetitive use of the f-word.
But that was written by someone named Ian, who last I checked, couldn't be a mommy. What gives?