To Swear Or Not To Swear

[KCurtis]

Many people do, especially Americans. I can't say it worries me much.

What would you have done if someone had said that to you? Or Darcy, what would you have done?

I wonder why this is? Just curious as an American.

[Alexander III]

Even so - please answer the question.

Hw can I explain dignity to a man whom in my eyes has show to have very little?

It would be like explaining love to someone who has never been in love. Sometimes one must learn which battles are worth fighting and which are just a waste of time and patience.

[stlukesguild]

I don't swear with the intention of offending someone. I do it once in a while to punctuate or add flare to a conversation. It's hilarious because I'm adorable.

I have rarely ever sworn at someone... outside of rush-hour traffic. Rather I swear at inanimate things: the computer, the painting I'm working on, my shoes, the television. The closest I get to swearing at someone is at the moronic politicians and political commentators or the ignorant administrators and political figures than have F***-ed up public education.

The funniest use of profanity I have experienced involved a student I went to college with. He was Chinese, still struggling with the language... and incredibly naive... innocent, even. He never drank, smoked, talked about girls (let alone dating any) or swore. After not seeing him for some few years we met up again. There were a group of us who had known him from his college days and for some reason he became upset over something and let loose with a stream of every possible variant on the F-word. It had virtually become his sole adjective and adverb... and we could not help but burst forth laughing. It was as if Shirley Temple had shown up years later in a porno film yelling, "Lay some pipe, big daddy!)

[KCurtis]

I've had a strange phobia of fake boobs ever since I saw China's pop when I was a kid (the wrestler, she jumped off the top rope or something, I can't remember). Ever since then, it's only been real-boob porn for me, because in my world A FAKE ONE COULD BURST AT ANY MINUTE AND SPRAY EVERYONE WITH BLOOD AND FATTY TISSUE AND SYNTHETIC JELLY!

Did you hear about the woman who was stabbed and her breast implant saved her life?
That woman in the picture could be shot many times I bet.

[Varenne Rodin]

I used to be adorable. But since I've had so many of these I am no longer.

Maybe you are! I intend to be adorable in middle and older age too, like Maggie Smith. From the inside out.

[MarkBastable]

I wonder why this is? Just curious as an American.

Well, it's partly accent. Because of my background and upbringing, my accent veers all over the place, but to an American I sound like Hugh Grant, which is acceptable as straight in the movies apparently, but in real life is considerered kinda queer. Also, my hair's longer than most American men my age wear it, but not so long that I can be written off as a hippy, so that's another indicator of gayness. On top of which, I'm just louche in a lazy sort of gangly way that reminds Americans of chiffon.

I was playing poker in a casino in Atlantic City, with a whole bunch of New Jersey rollers who were not that friendly towards me. A waitress came by with a tray bearing drinks ordered earlier from another waitress, and she stood there a moment waiting for the round to end.

I said to the guy left in the hand with me, "I'll see you."

And he said, "Jacks and Fours."

I flipped my cards and said, "Trip fives. Sorry. I made them on the river. Just very lucky."

And the waitress said, "You're the Bloody Mary, right?"

Scooping up my chips, I looked over my shoulder and said, "Having heard me speak, you're working on the principle that all Brits are fags, aren't you?"

And she said, "No - really - I...uh..."

And I said, "It's okay. You're right about the Bloody Mary. The fag thing - I hesitate to protest either way."

After which, everyone at the table seemed much more relaxed about me.

[MarkBastable]

Hw can I explain dignity to a man whom in my eyes has show to have very little?

It would be like explaining love to someone who has never been in love. Sometimes one must learn which battles are worth fighting and which are just a waste of time and patience.

I'm not asking you to explain. I'm asking you to do the experiment I laid out.

[Alexander III]

I'm not asking you to explain. I'm asking you to do the experiment I laid out.

What experiment?

[KCurtis]

Well, it's partly accent. Because of my background and upbringing, my accent veers all over the place, but to an American I sound like Hugh Grant, which is acceptable as straight in the movies apparently, but in real life is considerered kinda queer. Also, my hair's longer than most American men my age wear it, but not so long that I can be written off as a hippy, so that's another indicator of gayness. On top of which, I'm just louche in a lazy sort of gangly way that reminds Americans of chiffon.

I was playing poker in a casino in Atlantic City, with a whole bunch of New Jersey rollers who were not that friendly towards me. A waitress came by with a tray bearing drinks ordered earlier from another waitress, and she stood there a moment waiting for the round to end.

I said to the guy left in the hand with me, "I'll see you."

And he said, "Jacks and Fours."

I flipped my cards and said, "Trip fives. Sorry. I made them on the river. Just very lucky."

And the waitress said, "You're the Bloody Mary, right?"

Scooping up my chips, I looked over my shoulder and said, "Having heard me speak, you're working on the principle that all Brits are fags, aren't you?"

And she said, "No - really - I...uh..."

And I said, "It's okay. You're right about the Bloody Mary. The fag thing - I hesitate to protest either way."

After which, everyone at the table seemed much more relaxed about me.

That's pretty funny, but I am an unassuming American. I like to consider myself more worldly than those you met.

[KCurtis]

Yes. I don't see what is wrong with that. I don't curse at women, haven't in years. I don't hit women, never have. I've cursed at a lot of men and hit a number of them in my time.

If a man called your sister a whore you would have words for him and might go so far as to hit him. If a woman said something nasty about your brother not only would you not strike her, you probably wouldn't even cuss her out.

Ofcourse there are differences among men and women that make us behave differently towards each other, these are those examples.

[MarkBastable]

What experiment?

I've said it before, and it remains true - you skim posts, and don't really process them before you reply.

However, I'll post it again...


Let's try an experiment. Copy and paste the next few lines, and put in an exclamation mark at the point at which you feel punching would be necessary.

Your mother is not very good at basketball.

Your mother is personally responsible for the collapse of the European banking system.

Your mother makes lousy lasagne.

Your mother is a whore.

Somewhere in there, you tell us, your feelings of 'dignity and honour' kick in. Where, I wonder, and why?

[KCurtis]

I don't like the feminist movement, because they pushed a law in the 1970's which entailed that cheerleading shouldn't be considered a sport and it passed. The reason why they don't want it to be a "sport" is because they don't want it to be officially recognized by the general public. They don't want girls to be seen as people who like dancing and looking pretty. The problem is, very many girls DO like dancing and looking pretty (dancing isn't for me, but I myself sure do like dressing up pretty) and all the feminist movement accomplished in making a law to inhibit cheerleading from being considered a "sport" is that funding for cheerleading safety regulation is now next to nil. Cheerleading is dangerous as **** and now it has a higher number of both serious and non-life threatening injuries than every other sport combined (look it up) because they don't even have trained safety staff or regulation mats to fall on, and have the head honchos of the feminist movement so much as batted an eye? No, they sure as **** haven't. They care more about the IMAGE of women suiting their own worldview, they want women to change to become what they want women to be. They don't care about the safety of REAL girls and women, that's literally ANTI-female. Don't call me a feminist.
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I agree about the feminist movement. Now it seems you have to have their one view or you are not a feminist at all. For me, this was most clear when I chose to stay home with my son (I worked two days a week). Others, including men, looked down on this. People still do. Why? Because women are supposed to be able to "have it all". And if there are women who don't think that career and motherhood hold equal value, well, you're anti-feminist. Nothing is farther from the truth. When I stayed home and cared for our son, my husband considered that work. He never came home and said "what did you do today?"
I don't even want to state that I am a feminist, as it may imply some assumptions I don't want people to have.

[stlukesguild]

You seem to have an obsession with breasts lately, so how about these?



Emil... allow me to be the first to inform you that those are not "perfect" breasts.

By the way... am I the first one to sense a degree of Schizophrenia in you obsession with petite, young, Chinese girls and watermelon breasts?

[stlukesguild]

No, my reaction would be "As you know nothing about my mother, I can't see why I should consider anything you say about her."

Now - as I've answered your question, please answer mine. Both of mine, preferably.

So what, then, do you do if someone who does know your mother makes the same insulting comment? Or what if the individual replies, "Au contraire! But I do know your mother. Intimately. I f***-ed her last night. And she most certainly was a whore."?

[BienvenuJDC]

Well, it's partly accent. Because of my background and upbringing, my accent veers all over the place, but to an American I sound like Hugh Grant, which is acceptable as straight in the movies apparently, but in real life is considerered kinda queer. Also, my hair's longer than most American men my age wear it, but not so long that I can be written off as a hippy, so that's another indicator of gayness. On top of which, I'm just louche in a lazy sort of gangly way that reminds Americans of chiffon.

I was playing poker in a casino in Atlantic City, with a whole bunch of New Jersey rollers who were not that friendly towards me. A waitress came by with a tray bearing drinks ordered earlier from another waitress, and she stood there a moment waiting for the round to end.

I said to the guy left in the hand with me, "I'll see you."

And he said, "Jacks and Fours."

I flipped my cards and said, "Trip fives. Sorry. I made them on the river. Just very lucky."

And the waitress said, "You're the Bloody Mary, right?"

Scooping up my chips, I looked over my shoulder and said, "Having heard me speak, you're working on the principle that all Brits are fags, aren't you?"

And she said, "No - really - I...uh..."

And I said, "It's okay. You're right about the Bloody Mary. The fag thing - I hesitate to protest either way."

After which, everyone at the table seemed much more relaxed about me.

Amusingly witty of you.