A Kick-Ass Guide to Profanity

I’m allowed two F-bombs per day while still maintaining my PG-13 rating. – J.B.

Having children has taught me many things – some good, some bad, some merely interesting. Among other things, I finally realized why my mom didn’t want me to swear when I was a kid. It’s not so much about the “bad” words themselves. It’s about not wanting to “that parent” whose kid has a dirty mouth. Knowing that people judge parents in part by their kids’ behavior, unfair as it might be, Jenny and I try to watch our mouths around the kids. But what is it about certain words that makes them “profane” and inappropriate for our kids to say?

I remember arguing with an agnostic friend in high school about the Bible’s guidance on profanity. He used to work really hard to get me to swear, but it hardly ever worked. He nearly had a heart attack once when I called him a dumbass.

“Where does the Bible say you can’t cuss?” he asked. The best answer I had was Ephesians 4:29: “Don’t use foul or abusive language. Let everything you say be good and helpful, so that your words will be an encouragement to those who hear them.” Not bad advice, but it’s pretty vague, and it certainly didn’t convince my friend. Who defines what is foul? The Bible doesn’t seem to include an appendix with a list of banned words.

As I got older and less legalistic and uptight, I realized that there is no such list, in the Bible or elsewhere. Profanity is culture-specific, changes over time, and is highly dependent on context. What’s a cuss word in one context might be acceptable in another. Indeed, in certain situations, it might even be the perfect word to achieve the goal. Imagine John McClane telling Hans Gruber, “Yippie-ki-ay, Mr. Poopypants!” Sometimes nothing but a swear word gets the job done.

Out of order? Fuck! Even in the future nothing works! — Rick Moranis as Dark Helmet in Mel Brooks’ Spaceballs

The appropriateness of a word depends on three main factors:

Where You Are

For example, consider the word bollocks. In Britain, the term is a crude word for testicles. I didn’t even know what it meant until I found this site about British swear words. If I toss out the word here in Dallas, most Americans might think I sound quaint but won’t take offense. The word fanny is a generally acceptable term for one’s backside here in America, but in Britain it’s an offensive term for the vagina, a step below the dreaded C-word.

How Your Culture Uses and Interprets the Word

Words change in status over time as well as across the pond. Consider the word damn. Before Rhett Butler uttered his most famous line in 1939’s Gone with the Wind, the Hollywood Production Code banned the word from use in film. According to IMDB, an amendment to the code was required so that the film didn’t end with something underwhelming like, “Frankly, my dear, I just don’t care.”

Now, you can hear damn on network TV, radio, school plays, and even church. It’s still not a “nice” word, but its usage has become much more acceptable. Same goes for piss, especially as in pissed off.

Santorini's donkeyphoto © 2010 Klearchos Kapoutsis | more info (via: Wylio)

The meaning of words can change over time, too. The word ass once meant a donkey and was not offensive. I remember being in Sunday School as a kid with my King James Bible. We were reading aloud from Matthew about Palm Sunday. It was my turn. I surely turned red at Matthew 21:5: “Tell ye the daughter of Sion, Behold, thy King cometh unto thee, meek, and sitting upon an ass, and a colt the foal of an ass.” (Wow, the Bible says ass! And I just said it, too! In church! And I didn’t get in trouble. Whoa.)

In the 20th century, the word ass developed other meanings and variations that were considered semi-vulgar and had no relation to donkeys. Today I suppose ass is in the same category as damn: not terribly polite, but not one of the few BANNED WORDS that they don’t allow on primetime TV or radio. It’s even in the title of a movie, 2010’s excellent and underappreciated Kick-Ass.

What You’re Doing and With Whom

The situation might be the most important when determining the appropriateness of profanity. Dropping the F-bomb during the vows at one’s wedding would not be appropriate, at least in the weddings I normally attend. However, if a woman in labor accidentally let it out during a hard contraction, I doubt many people would care, even her saintly mother who had raised her not to talk that way and feels guilty herself for calling someone a dummy. Certain jobs, such as police work or military service, tend to have cultures that are more open to profanity than others, such as ministry or preschool education.

I rarely swear around my coworkers or friends. It’s just not my style, and I don’t want to offend anyone. I swear a little more around Jenny, especially if I’ve had wine. I swear to myself sometimes. Not sure why. Maybe it feels rebellious. Instead of giving bad drivers the bird, I’ll call them a rat bastard or a dumbass in the safety of my car. I’m such a rebel.

My current favorite swear word is badass, which is admittedly questionable at best. Hey, I’m still a rookie. Do you have a favorite?

Conclusion

Despite my youthful, goody-two-shoes misgivings about swearing, as a grown-ass man I have concluded that words are simply words. They have good or bad connotations based on how society perceives them in a given situation. In some situations, a good swear might be the best choice. Some studies indicate that swearing actually helps reduce stress. Just cover my kids’ ears before you let loose. I still have a reputation to uphold.

Can Sunscreen Be Dangerous?

Last year I wrote brilliant song lyrics about my galaxy of moles, along with my elevated risk for skin cancer and my family history of melanoma and basal cell carcinoma. A couple of weeks ago, my dermatologist removed two more moles from my back. Both came back benign from the lab. However, despite my good news, the rate of melanoma continues to rise, both in the general population and in my family. With summer almost upon us, I’m thinking more about sun exposure and sunscreen, both for myself and for my boys.

Possible Toxins

Growing up, I used a great deal of sunscreen but didn’t really think much about what it contained. Provided the SPF rating was high enough, it should be fine. This year I discovered that some people are concerned about certain ingredients in common sunscreens. Great, I thought, more toxins to worry about. Google “sunscreen toxins” if you want to join the debate. The most-hated chemicals list seems to include oxybenzone, which has been linked to various cancers and hormone disorders, and vitamin A (retinyl palmitate), which is suspected of accelerating skin lesions and tumors. Other complaints include misleading advertising, ineffective regulation by the FDA, and general ignorance and/or apathy among Americans regarding sun exposure.

A nonprofit organization called Environmental Working Group is helping to raise awareness of these issues. It posts an annual evaluation of over 1700 different sunscreens and their content, claiming that only about 20 percent of the sunscreens on the market are relatively safe. It also posts some helpful tips for sun safety and sunscreen selection.

Are these guys quacks? I’m not sure. Perhaps it’s a mixture of fact and scaremongering. The American Academy of Dermatology disagrees with some of EWG’s positions. But I think the argument is worth considering. Given the choice, I might start buying sunscreens that don’t have some of the “worst” chemicals just in case.

Misplaced Trust

Something else to consider: sunscreen can give us a false sense of security, especially when the SPF is really high. SPF refers to its theoretical ability to block UVB rays, which can cause sunburns and skin cancer. SPF does NOT address its ability to block UVA rays, which can cause signs of aging and skin cancer. Sunscreens are generally better at blocking UVB rays than UVA rays, even in so-called “broad spectrum” sunscreens that block both types of rays to some degree. I imagine that many people spend more time in the sun than they should because they think their sunscreen is keeping them safe. They are only partially correct.

What do you think? Do you seek out certain types/brands of sunscreen for health reasons, or is all sunscreen good enough? How much time do you spend in the sun, and how do you protect yourself?

Vibrams Update

Some of you might like an update on my experiment with Vibram Five Fingers, so here goes. Per the advice of, well, everyone, I tried to start off slowly, as I described a few weeks ago. On my first run, my calves became really tight and sore because my heel hardly hit the ground and I pushed off with my calves, so they worked like crazy the entire mile. I went extremely fast, but it wasn’t a good long-term plan. So I made a point to relax my feet, avoid pushing off with my calves, and let my heels touch on every step.

In that way I worked up to 1.5 miles and then 2 miles. My calves felt much better after that. As in my first VFF run, I ran faster with less effort. Fantastic. However, I started getting a bit of pain on top of my feet, a sign of excessive stress on the metatarsal bones in my feet. Partly because it’s so fun and easy, some runners who get into minimalist/barefoot running do too much too soon and develop stress fractures in their metatarsals. So I decided to strap on my trusty Brooks Adrenalines for the Family Promise 5k on Saturday instead of pushing my luck.

The race went GREAT. Even though I ran after working all night and should have been tired, I set a personal record at 23:44. My feet felt fine, and I felt only a minor ache in my left knee toward the end. This tells me that my form has improved since wearing the VFFs and/or that my body is getting stronger.

Then on Monday, I slipped on my VFFs and went for a run. Almost immediately I felt the same pain at the top of my right foot. Hmm, this isn’t good. I stayed a bit sore for a few days despite not running at all, so I returned to my favorite podiatrists (Foot and Ankle Associates of North Texas, or FAANT). I feared the worst – two walking casts and 6-8 weeks of questions, lectures, and I-told-you-sos. However, the x-rays were negative. The doctor said to lay off running in the VFFs for a while, but running half my normal distance in my Adrenalines would be OK. I skipped back to my car (not really) and went straight to the trail. Two miles. No foot pain. Booyah.

I return to Dr. Crane in about four weeks to see how I’m doing. In the meantime, I’ll stick to the Adrenalines for running, try to strengthen my feet, and see what happens.

Is it frustrating to hear about all my injuries? Perhaps for some of you. I understand. You might wonder why I don’t just give up. The reason is simple: as some wise person once said, I would rather burn out than rust out. I would rather use my body up trying to keep it healthy than let it slowly atrophy and end up overweight, diabetic, and on the heart transplant list twenty years from now. Knees are easier to replace than hearts.

Summertime with the Box Boys

Today we went to Jenny’s parents house and spent most of the time in their beautiful backyard, which includes a crushed stone path, a table for six, a garden, lots of open grass, and huge pecan trees for shade. After lunch we stripped the boys down so they could play in the sprinklers. Then we busted out the Slip and Slide. When the water alone didn’t quite cut it, we added baby oil. Everybody had a blast. Then everybody took a nap.