Did you happen to see the article by Jan Morris in The Wall Street Journal titled “The Decline of Cursing“? Personally, I thought it was some good times.
It also reminded me of my grandma. After her party on Saturday, she was telling mom how wonderful it was. It started with prayer, it was fun, the music was perfect … and “I listened and didn’t hear one ounce of profanity.” I’m not exactly sure what she was expecting on that last one; was she expecting us to slide into a pit of debachery? “Have an f-in’ birthday grandma–PARTY ON!!!”
It also reminded me that a word may be profane in one language, but it tends to lose it’s oomph in translation. My friend from South Africa, for instance, once translated a swear word into english: dirty wingnut of a face cloth. Oh, you heard me … DIRTY WINGNUT OF A FACE CLOTH!
Language. It’s a funny thing.