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.

Underpaid?

I’m young, and I’m underpaid / I’m tired but I’m working, yeah – Alanis Morissette

Last year I blogged about the monetary value of one’s work and a few different ways to measure it. Now I want to know more about people who think their jobs don’t pay appropriately.

I was intrigued by the results to my current poll about whether people feel they are paid appropriately for their work. It’s no surprise that “underpaid” was the most popular answer, but I wasn’t expecting such a landslide victory. So far one person claimed to be overpaid, and not one person claimed to be paid appropriately.

“The Rules” of social etiquette and keeping one’s job might prevent me from learning why you all feel as you do, but I hope some will feel brave enough to explain. I suppose it’s obvious why someone who feels overpaid would keep that job, but I wonder why so many of you feel underpaid and yet stay where you are. Keep in mind that you can enter anything you want as your name and email address. Really the only person who must use discretion on my site is me since my real name is at the top of the page.

Do “underpaid” people think they are paid less than they are worth, or simply less than they want to earn? Are they paid less than another person in a similar position with similar qualifications, either within the same company or elsewhere? Are they paid less than the prevailing rate for their job in the area?

Why do “underpaid” workers stay put? Are there no other acceptable jobs? Is their current position universally underpaid, making it pointless to look elsewhere? Is the job search process not worth the trouble? Are they paying their dues and hoping to move up within the company someday?

And for you “overpaid” people, what makes you think you are overpaid?

Run 4 Justice Update

Last month I mentioned a new 5k race called Run 4 Justice that raises money and awareness to fight sex trafficking of children in Cambodia. The race was held this morning at 9:00am. Jenny, her friend Sarah, the boys, and I woke up early and headed up to Grapevine. Over 1300 runners and walkers participated, and overall the event raised over $133,000 for the cause. Although the temperature barely topped the freezing point when we left, it was pleasantly brisk and sunny by race time, which helped the runners post some very fast times. The organizers worked hard and did a wonderful job, especially for an inaugural race, and the turnout was much higher than expected. We hope to run again next year.

Next race: Cowtown 10k on Feb 26

Maybe You’re Right

My mom’s parents, a pair of delightful people, have been married over 60 years now. If you ask my grandfather for the secret to their long and successful marriage, he could offer many pieces of advice, but there’s a good chance he’ll tell you it comes down to three simple words. No, not those three words. Those are certainly important, but they are a given, aren’t they? His three words are maybe you’re right.

For such a simple phrase, it packs a ton of punch in many different areas:

  1. It shows respect for your spouse and his/her opinion.
  2. It doesn’t completely concede the argument, which you might not want to do.
  3. It keeps you humble by having you admit that you don’t have all the answers.
  4. It elevates the relationship itself above the argument. Many arguments simply aren’t worth it.

By playing the “maybe you’re right” card, you call a truce in the disagreement. No one wins or loses. You stop wasting time arguing unnecessarily, but neither are you turning yourself into a doormat.

“Maybe you’re right” can have larger applications than simply marriages, though. Most of us, both individually and as a society, would benefit if we all said it more often.

No, it’s not as exciting as watching people argue passionately from opposite positions and certainly doesn’t make for good TV. But if the goal of your conversation is to win a battle at the other side’s expense, several problems arise:

  1. You quit listening to the other side, potentially ignoring valuable and true information simply because it doesn’t support your point (confirmation bias).
  2. You become so married to your position that you’d be embarrassed to change your mind, even if you realize that you were wrong.
  3. Many people would rather avoid you than butt heads with you, making it harder to have relationships. You simply aren’t worth the headache.

I haven’t mastered “maybe you’re right” like my grandfather has, in my marriage or in my other relationships. Jenny and I do a pretty good job of choosing our battles, but I could do a better job of affirming her positions rather than simply letting them slide.

However, although I try to be openminded, argumentative people make me put up a wall and tempt me to be obnoxious right back at them. Generally, I try to avoid such people. People who understand that they don’t have all the answers are much more fun to be around. This isn’t the best approach, but it’s hard to say “maybe you’re right” to someone when all you want to do is punch them in the nose.

I am a work in progress, people.

What about you? How do you handle conflict with others, whether your SO/spouse, friends, or coworkers?

The Right Way to Raise a Child

One of the most striking articles I’ve read on parenting came from a non-parent. One of my favorite bloggers, Rachel Held Evans, recently wrote about what she calls the “fundamentalizing of parenting.”

[Cliffs Notes version: Some parents tend to approach parenting in the same way that fundamentalists approach Christianity, believing in ONE RIGHT WAY to do it and feeling called to evangelize any parents who disagree.]

Like with any new job, it’s hard to feel prepared for parenthood. No parenting class, book, or piece of advice can give you 100 percent confidence regarding what to do in any given situation. Preparing, studying, and seeking advice can help, but once your child arrives, you have to simply jump in and start paddling.

It can be scary.

Parenting is scary in part because the stakes are so high. With so many conflicting opinions out there, it seems that no matter what I do, I’m bound to screw up my child beyond repair. We have two little boys. Unless we adopt, we will not have any other children. If I lock up my computer, I can reboot it. If I wreck my car, I can get a new one. But if I break my child, I can’t repair him simply by pressing a button or swiping a credit card.

Parenting is also hard because of the “fundamentalist” parents who think that their parenting approach is right and yours (if you disagree) is wrong. And some of them are all too eager to tell you about it. Depending on whom you ask, if I vaccinate my child, I’m giving him autism. If I don’t, I’m crippling him with polio or killing him with pertussis. If I take my child to McDonald’s, I’m feeding him poison. If I don’t, I’m a cruel father who doesn’t want his kids to have any fun. If I send him to public school, I’m stunting his intellectual growth. If I homeschool him, I’m stunting his social development. If I send him to private school, I’m turning him into a snob. If I put him in time out or spank him, I’m being too strict. If I let him do whatever he wants, I’m being too lenient.

One of my least favorite parts of parenthood is the moment when all the eyes are on me. My kid has a situation – he’s acting up, he’s being disobedient, he wants a cookie, someone else wants to give him a cookie – and the entire room is watching to see what I do. Maybe I’m just being paranoid, but I feel like that often. Each time, it feels like being on trial, or like I’m the main boxing match at Madison Square Garden. Will I get Brenden to do what I want, or will I give in? And which option makes me a good daddy?

Before I had kids of my own, it was a lot easier to give the stink-eye to parents whose kids were acting up or eating junk or whatever. It’s just as easy to gripe about a football coach’s playcalling from my couch or a politician’s vote from 1500 miles away. Once my boys came along, I quickly realized that nothing about raising children is simple, and that I’m wrong in someone’s eyes no matter what I do.

How do I stay sane, as a black-and-white person in the very gray world of parenting? I simply try to love them well, teach them good values, and listen to others’ opinions without feeling obligated to adopt them. So far, I think my boys are doing pretty well.

Child Sex Trafficking 101

When I was a kid, I often complained that my parents were overprotective. I couldn’t go here or there, I couldn’t do this or that, typical kid stuff. They worried about many things, including my getting kidnapped. Since I was invincible, I didn’t like being restricted for my own protection. Neither did I want to view every stranger as potentially evil and worthy of distrust.

Time and parenthood tend to change things. After tonight, I find myself wanting to buy a shotgun and post 24-hour watch around my sons.

Tonight I attended a benefit screening of Playground, a documentary about child sex trafficking. While certainly not a pleasant way to spend my Friday evening, seeing this film opened my eyes to a very dark world that is all around us but rarely mentioned.

Using a mixture of expert commentary, statistics, personal stories, and haunting artwork, Playground introduced me to a world where children are regularly kidnapped, abused, and forced into prostitution and pornography. It’s easy to assume that such things only happen in Thailand or Cambodia, but they are just as real in America. The market for this industry in America is huge. The forces fighting back are understaffed, underfunded, and undersupported.

Why don’t we talk more about this topic? Many of us simply don’t know it’s such a problem. Many would prefer to discuss happier topics like football or American Idol. Sadly, many of us have been victims ourselves or know someone who has, and we don’t want to dredge up painful memories. After the film ended, one of the speakers said that one in four girls and one in six boys are abused in some way by age 18. In a class of 30 high school seniors, that’s roughly six of them. Let that sink in for a minute.

How can you help? I’m struggling with the same question. My first step is to spread the word via this blog and other means, shining a bit of light into this horrid darkness. You can also learn more and possibly even get involved through the following websites:

  • New Friends New Life – A Dallas-based organization that helps women, many of whom were trafficked as children, leave the sex industry
  • Traffick 911 – A Fort Worth-based organization that fights child sex trafficking in the US, particularly in Texas
  • Love 146 – Another organization that fights child trafficking and exploitation worldwide

Child sex trafficking is a complex problem with many facets and no single solution. Knowing the enemy is the first step toward fighting back.