Watch your language young man
by Regis Boff
Growing up means demonstrating self-control. I forget now which word I used when I six that got my mouth washed out with a bar of Ivory soap by my mother. I can guarantee though it wasn’t motherfucker.
I routinely use swearing to counter the new and complex system of pronouns and precautions that get thrust upon me. I know that seems old fashioned, but shit, it keeps me out of trouble.