Potty Mouth

So Athena and I were discussing the blog today and the subject of my potty mouth came up. Specifically, the frequency and positioning of the F-Bomb. It’s been said by many that swearing is what a person does when they don’t know how to properly express themselves. I have no problem expressing myself, but my urges to pontificate profanely stem from two sources. One, I have been the beneficiary of a long tutelage under many masters in the School of Cursing. Accomplished experts in the art of slicing with crude mono-syllabic words took me under their wing before I learned how to drive. There’s some deep programming going on here. Secondly, I think there are times when you are pushed off that expressive cliff. If used correctly, cursing can become the ultimate epithet of frustrated disgust. My profession features a lot of these cliffs.

I think I understand what Athena was driving at. If your blog becomes a profanity-riddled rant your on that slippery slope moving downhill towards oblivion. Sort of like getting an e-mail from someone written with the Caps Lock on: You hear them yelling in your head while you’re reading it. Nonetheless, there is a middle ground to be found here. I think there will be times when no other words will do. In the interest of maintaining some approximation of dignity I’ll strive to keep it above board.

Ares