My blog is a no cussing zone. But some of my favorite blogs don’t have the same policy. I wish they did.
I really don’t know what else to call you. Is “cusser” OK, or would you prefer “user of obscene language.”
Let’s stick with cusser.
Maybe it’s just me, but I really wish you would stop typing all four letters of all those cuss words. Honestly, I can fill in the blanks for myself.
Maybe it’s because I from the south, but I was raised that ladies don’t cuss.
Since I cuss like a sailor in bad traffic (especially when the kids aren’t in the car), I’ve modified that rule. I personally think it should be that ladies don’t cuss in writing. Or on film. Really, anywhere that it’s documented.
I love the rest of what you write. I think you’re really funny. But I have to read you in secret. I worry that my children will glance at my screen and see exactly how to spell that word.
Right now, we’re holding firm on the cussing thing.
Unless daddy is driving, they really believe that the “s word” is STUPID. They also the the “f word” is FAILURE.
I’m good with that.
I believe in holding firm. When I taught High School Geometry, I wouldn’t let the kids say “suck” or “sux” – not because I was a prude but because I just didn’t want the attitude. They learned to tell me that something existed in a vacuum instead.
There are now 120 adults who can properly spell the word “VACUUM” because I wouldn’t let them mis-spell suck.
I can live with that legacy.
I’d like to issue you a challenge.
Instead of actually typing every single letter of a cuss word, I challenge you to write nothing stronger than “poot” or “sugar” – and still convey the same story. It’s my belief that you can get your readers to cuss in their own minds without ever typing it.
Sometimes, the humble dot is all you need.
A string of them, all together to indicate the passage of time while words were quietly edited out.
My son was in the principals office today for using what the school called “salty language” but I’d call cussing. I was so… …. … mad that I wanted to spit.
See? No actual cussing happened. It happened offscreen. But you heard it.
Sometimes, it’s ok to substitute for a similar, less “salty” phrase.
My son was in the principals office today for using what the school called “salty language” but I’d call cussing. I was so… flipping mad that I wanted to spit.
Again, the slight pause contributes. You know I wasn’t really thinking “flipping” but what I typed remained “salt free.”
Sometimes, you just have to resort to the old cartoon standby.
My son was in the principals office today for using what the school called “salty language” but I’d call cussing. I was so !@#$% mad that I wanted to spit.
In this case, you have no idea what actual cuss word I might have had in mind, but you got the general idea.
Cussers, I’m serious about this. Can you stop cussing?
If it isn’t funny with the cuss words deleted, then it wasn’t funny with them in.
I challenge you to take your writing to the next level and find a way to cuss without actually cussing.
Check back and let me know how that works for you, OK?
Care to express yourself? Do you cuss on social media? Do you follow those who do?
[author] [author_image timthumb='on']http://thishappymom.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSC_0036.jpg[/author_image] [author_info]Houston Mom Blogger Susan Baker has a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood. She has two elementary school boys, one engineering husband, and one cat. She has a thing for eggs, socks, and coffee.[/author_info] [/author]