As I age, I’ve come to embrace certain quirks about myself. For instance, I prefer my coffee just shy of hot, smoothies aren’t my thing, and kale? No thanks. Finding jeans that fit my curves can be a challenge, and turtlenecks? Let’s just say they make me look like a turtle. I’m known to be impatient, a bit dramatic, and I have an edgy side. Most importantly, I’m unapologetically foul-mouthed, with a vocabulary that would make even the toughest biker blush.
In simpler terms, I love to drop the f-bomb — frequently and with flair.
Some folks might label my language as crass, unrefined, or even unladylike, but honestly? I couldn’t care less. My reservoir of concern for others’ opinions is officially empty. Luckily, my creativity in expressing indifference is overflowing.
Swearing is an integral part of my identity. Asking me to stop cursing would be akin to asking me to forego coffee or to stop wearing leggings as pants. Not happening.
I’m also intelligent, kind, and have a good sense of humor. I can be gentle and forgiving, but I swear like a sailor, and I’m not going to apologize for it.
And really, why should you care if I let a few expletives slip? If I’m not using them as weapons against you, there’s nothing harmful about a well-placed curse. In fact, there are times when a simple “goshdarnit” just won’t cut it. In true chaotic situations, you need the right expletives—like “dammit all to hell” or even some creative concoctions like “twatwaffle.”
Nothing quite matches the relief of a string of curses after a reckless driver cuts you off or after an awkward encounter in a department store. Swearing is my quick fix for stress. While some might knit to unwind, I prefer to let loose with a few choice words.
Moreover, studies suggest that swearing isn’t just therapeutic; it can actually indicate intelligence! It takes a certain cleverness to play with language and use “fuck” as a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. (For example: “I absolutely love to swear, and it’s ridiculous to think I’m wrong for using it so often!”)
And let’s be real: my kids aren’t being damaged by hearing their mom curse. Research shows they’re learning the appropriate contexts for swearing. It’s not like I’m dropping f-bombs at their school or church gatherings.
People have different preferences—some curse, some don’t. That’s perfectly fine! Just because you might enjoy a burger doesn’t mean I’ll scowl at you while munching on my lentils.
Recently, I received a delightful surprise from a friend. She called me the “ideal recipient” for this gift: a coffee mug that reads, “I don’t spew profanities. I enunciate them like a lady.” It perfectly encapsulates my vibe, especially since I was in the middle of telling my son to tone down the swearing at that moment!
Life can be challenging enough without trying to fit into boxes. I’m a nearly 40-year-old woman who loves to express herself with colorful language, and I’m unapologetic about it. Life is too short to filter myself, and swearing brings me a sense of relief.
In summary, I’m a confident woman who articulates her frustrations with flair and enjoys the liberating joy that comes from swearing. So go ahead, give it a try—it might just lighten your mood.
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