“What the actual F***?” I find myself blurting out walking around campus, “You should wash your mouth with soap! How can a lady be so foul?!” That statement right there is what inspired me to write this article, why does my gender set me up for a language standard? Why can the football player call his buddy a Mother F****-er but if I call my best friend a B**** I am held in contempt for being vulgar but “he’s just playing”?
My involvement with cursing started at a young age. I remember being about four and making Ken tell Barbie to “F**** OFF!” and my mother running into the room to tell me that is a “no-no” word. However, I remember her saying it explicitly to the creep at Food Lion yesterday, and Ken was just as angry with Barbie as my mother was with this man. The next incident occurred probably at age six, I got a kitten and was well aware that “P***” meant pee so I would follow him around pointing at his butt declaring “P***HOLE! P***HOLE!” (Actually that’s pretty smart to me that I figured out that meaning on my own, go little me!). Then middle school hit and those words were off-limits, teachers would grab you and you’d be in detention for saying one little word, (shout out to my friend Sean for always having detention), but then high school arrived!
Finally I could relieve all this stress and be able to holler those nasty words without someone getting too offended (Because if you’ve ever dropped a flag that’s attached to a 6 ft. pole on your head, there is no greater joy than screaming the F-bomb before you burst into tears, Thanks Mr. Curry for putting up with my mouth at practice!). I’m not going to lie, I curse like a sailor. It gives me great joy to send those words out into the void and let my stress go with it. I curse without intention in normal conversation, “DID YOU SEE THE F****ING CONVO LAST NIGHT? THAT S**** WAS AMAZING!”, I curse when I am angry, happy, etc. These words are in no way are attached to my emotions unless I deliberately make them so it should be made clear that there is a difference between calling my best friend a B****, and looking her dead straight in the eye with a death glare calling her the same word.
These words that make up our language do not define who I am as a person, if you are going to judge me based off my usage of the f-bomb, cool, but that doesn’t mean I am some maniac who’s going to have a psychotic break, or I will be a bad influence on the children (FUN FACT #1: I teach your children. MWHAHAHAHAH). It also, for the record, doesn’t define one’s relation with spirituality. I am a very spiritual person and I know that Jesus loves me regardless of my potty mouth because that’s my perception of religion in general; as unconditional love. I’m sorry I can’t control the word-vomit that flies out of mouth. I guess what I’m trying to say in short is the classic, “Don’t judge a book by its cover”, well “Don’t judge someone’s intellect based off of their profanity” (FUN FACT #2: Those with a higher IQ tend to use profanity more than the others, and rightfully so I mean you feel so relieved calling the dumba** a dumba**). It's 2015 and the world is changing with our views on the legalization of marijuana, we’ve had our first African-American president, we’ve made scientific breakthroughs, yet a woman cursing is FOUL!
I will have you know you can address my language all you please and hold your opinion of me, but let me make this very clear, I will curse how I D*** well please, whether it meets your standard or not because if hollering an F-bomb keeps me from making a nastier comment, I would rather you see me as that profane girl than lose a friend because I hurt them with words that cut like daggers. Women are still women, and let me make it very clear we are F****ING awesome! AND WE ARE STILL WOMEN, no matter how many times we say F***.
