The one I most wish for is perhaps too optimistic a description for them to always utter, out of all the things my kids might one day claim about me. Additionally, copying may be required, which is something we in this property don’t believe. However, in this situation, I would make an exception to be able to hear them identify me in the manner that Jean Shepherd did in” A Christmas Story,”” He worked in vulgarity the way different performers might work in hydrocarbons or cement.” It was actually his platform. a king.
I’m not sure at the moment that I am deserving of such a wonderful award or that I am referred to as a grasp of the craft, but my continued commentary is full of color, especially of the orange variety. Unfortunately, the world is working to cut off the blow that such language packs because we’ve become too accustomed to incorporating once-forbidden expletives into our regular conversations, advertising, expense reports, condolences, and other forms of communication.
Even though it may seem ridiculous that Aunt Gladys passed away or that no one will receive a refund for that Milky Method from the resort small table, it’s all gotten a little sour. One might attribute my growing dislike to informal swearing to aging, mellowing, or just changing taste, but as it would be ridiculous to call me a puritan, it must be the children who are mistaken.
Ponder this: from politicians lightly dropping f-bombs to wines to buying bags, we are bombarded with language that is still fundamentally Video, probably even in the headquarters of the businesses that adopt such branding. Although it’s not a new fad, at least for those of us who view it as an art form, it’s at the point where it’s no longer even surprising.
It’s not very diverse, though some might say that it is inclusive of other forms of expression for those who don’t believe the world to work as Tim Whatley’s looking place. Even as companies are apparently jettisoning the idea, equality continues to be important, but let’s be real. Baby, the claims about backing aside were merely blanket talks.
In fact, the mother who avoids swearing and attempts to control her children’s exposure to it may include some explaining to do as they browse the dairy aisle. If she wants to find some high-protein meals to feed the small ones, she won’t be either. ( Of course, this assumes that she didn’t notice anyone lightly swearing in the store because like standards of etiquette have largely disappeared from public discourse. It appears as though South Park didn’t make an effort to inform us.
Beyond the obvious threats to diversity, though, is the simple truth that suppressing these displays debases language by removing the helpful and empathetic qualities of those words. The f-bomb is neutered by abuse, turning it from an exclamation point to a piece of padding. For instance, musicians can’t just tell us to put our hands off; they must instead instruct us to do the same. Players must provide f*ing thanks in order to bless the Academy for their honours. Yet this book, which appears to support my place, undermines its own idea with its title.
It’s all so childish, much like actual children pepper conversations with their buddies with swear words when they have their first obvious entries in their emotional vocabulary. The difference is that the young people who are actually kids understand the power of words and are delighted by how provocative they are. On the other hand, the adults who do it are making a simple and sluggish display of phony rebellion, which is neither illegal nor dangerous. It’s shudder, as the real youths may say, and not far from trying to get leg by talking about the skibidi toilet aura.
And it’s about to put a stop to it. It’s time to RETVRN to the spirit that inspired George Carlin to write his renowned program, a passage from a now-deleted act that packs a different punch than it once did. The picture from A Christmas Story, in which Ralphie says “fudge,” did not surprise younger people in the same way that it did when we young people were treated to a movie screen. Next week, they all said the word literally countless times.
In other words, by allowing such language to be used on a regular basis, we have truly limited our ability to communicate and to express ourselves forcefully when the situation calls for something descriptive. We’ve taken away a technique that you occasionally jolt listeners. We’ve replaced having a comprehensive vocabulary with stupid shortcuts that express nothing with the ability to express focus.
Most significantly, we’ve defrauded genuine artists of the ability to propagate something similar to adjusted swearing as copulating cattle excrement in a way that causes more than a yawn. This includes artists like Carlin, the Old Man, and me. And that is something we should all be really offended by, my buddies.  ,
