Growing up, we did not cuss in our home. We could say darn and an occasional dang. Heck was fine. That was about it, though. No b-word. No hell, even, unless we were having a theological discussion about where folks go after they die if they have been bad. The word that means doo-doo and rhymes with bit better not have ever left our mouths no matter how heavy the iron skillet that just dropped on our big toe. Better not even think the f-word. And the n-word was absotively possilutely verboten.
It wasn’t so much a religious ban, although that was part of it. It was more a respect thing–cursing was seen in my household as disrespectful to those who had to hear your foul mouth. There was also a class striving component, I now realize: cursing like a sailor was low-class and uncouth. The final element against our cursing ban had to do with intelligence and creativity. Surely with all the words in the English language, along with our wonderful minds, we could come up with words to describe and exclaim that we did not fish out of the gutter.
I still have trouble even now in my 40s saying some curse words. Even typing them. Every once in a while a shit or damn will escape my lips while I’m talking to my mother. Afterward I always feel funny, like I’m about to get a talking-to.
So in that spirit, if my mama only knew that in the privacy in my bedroom or driving in my car I belt out curse words from songs like it’s no body’s business? Whew, she would have a gobba-dagged, mugga freakin’ fit!
Anyhoo, these are three of my cursing favs. Please note that they are not clean, radio versions so listen with care. And watch that you do not sing these tunes under your breath for the rest of the day at work.
And please. Do not tell my mama.
“The Bitch is Back” by Elton John
“Sexy M.F.” by Prince
“The Wrong N**** to F*** Wit” by Ice Cube