Because I fucking can, that’s why.
I don’t curse in front of my kids. I don’t swear in front of other parents at school. I don’t whip out the naughty words (very often) at work.
But I have it in me, and just like the release valve on a pressure cooker, sometimes I have to let out a little steam. So hello lovely blog-readers, here it comes.
And now I can go another day without stroking out. Danny gets it, and I suspect some of the rest of you do too.
But then I get emails from folks like the lovely Susan who emailed me last week commenting on a post where I referred to my husband as a fucker:
Susan: I can’t believe a mom of three young boys would use such language on a website. I found you by looking for a recipe for bisquick. You ought to be ashamed!
Me: Oh lighten up Susan — I don’t swear in front of my kids. Hope you enjoy the Bisquick.
Susan: Lighten up? Come on! You are swearing on a public forum. You are calling your husband a foul name!!! and you don’t swear in front of your children? Then why do you feel the need to do that on the internet? I was totally offended by your remark! I may be of another generation, but good taste is good taste!
I do find it hilarious that somehow the part about Bisquick is relevant to her argument. And I also laughed at the thought that somehow my blog is not supposed to offend her. And the “good taste is good taste” closing is a classic example of narrow-thinking. But then I googled her email address and just got sad.
Are all the grandmotherly Methodists in Georgia out picking fights with strangers, or is it just her?