I like me a good cuss word. I may even, on occasion, use some profanity myself, especially when:
- I hurt myself
- the computer freezes
- I spill something all over the floor
- I want to feel cool
However, if you’ll notice, I almost never (no wait: never) use profanity on my blog. There are several reasons for this:
- I work with kids, who have parents who would not be down with their authority figure cussing like a sailor
- I’m unemployed and want to get professional work at some point
- the reality is I’m not cool
- if my momma would read this, she’d wash my mouth out with soap
And so, you’ll never find actual cussing on this blog. Oh, here and there I might have some fun with @#$@#$ and insinuate some profanity. But in this day and age, that is pretty tame.
However, I have nothing against other bloggers using profanity. In fact, I might just be a wee bit jealous that I can’t.
Yes, people can be funny without cussing, but a random f-bomb can just take things to the next level. (Please, kids, stop reading.)
So when I’m reading an adult-oriented blog, I’m okay with seeing a little profanity. Sometimes, I’m even okay with a lot, as long as it’s clever. (Then again, I used to think the Trailer Park Boys was a riot.)
The reality is, though, I have to keep my blog fairly clean so that someday, when I’m in a job interview, I don’t get the question: We’ve come across your blog and feel it does not present a professional image of yourself and your career. Would you like to explain that?
Dagnammit.* I knew I should’ve been anonymous.
* Since I won’t commit to using real profanity, you’re apt to get a lot of things like dagnammit, gadzooks and other ancient cussing in order for me to make my point. If I were in Victorian England right now, I’d be in big trouble.