A kid in a South Pasadena high school has declared this week “no cussing week”. He started the No Cussing Club in seventh grade when he realized that his peers were beginning to cuss, a word I find entertaining, something that his parents did not allow.
I respect this kid for standing up to what must be an overwhelming number of people who swear and wish him no ill will. But “no cussing week”? Fuck that.
His website says, presumably as an encouragement to stop swearing,
Your words become your thoughts.
Your thoughts become your behavior.
Your behavior becomes your character.
Your character becomes your destiny.
My response?
Well behaved [people] rarely make history.
There is a time and a place for all kinds of words, from aardvark (the best time and place for that word being when you require a word that starts the dictionary) to ZOMG!. I do not ever want my thoughts, behavior, character, or destiny to be complacent, calm, nor accepting of that which ought not be accepted. There are times when what is demanded is that people stand up and say “fuck this,” to think in their hearts, “oh, my god,” to invectively spit, “Jesus H. Christ,” to chant “cunt cunt cunt cunt,” and to reclaim “faggot” and “bitch”.
Swearing is certainly not always good, and perhaps it may be good for people at large to give it up for Lent. A personal choice to practice love and to control one’s own actions is never a bad thing (unless taken to an extreme) and certainly encouraging others to do the same is similar. And so again I say, “More power to Mr. No Cussing, but respectfully, bugger that for a lark.”
This bitch will keep on swearing until nothing remains to swear about.
