Swearing is a touchy subject for some of us. Whether it is to express frustration, to be obscene, to be provocative or to be intentionally hurtful, not everyone tolerates profanity.
For someone like me, whose self-imposed cussing limit is ‘damn’, ‘hell’, ‘bloody’ and ‘bugger’; who constantly shrieks ‘flip’ and ‘sherbet’ instead of their more colourful counterparts; and who cringes at hearing the tamest terms like ‘ass’ and ‘b***h’; you can imagine how much I wilt when people let loose and casually drop the F-bomb and the like in front of me. To avoid coming off as snooty, I don’t say anything instead of revealing my discomfort. Continue reading “Who says big girls can’t f*****g swear?”