My Thoughts on F*&^ing Curse Words

So, so, SO many of my blog posts are done in the wee hours of the morning when I can't sleep and I've just finished nursing a baby.  This is one of them.  I like to think myself an eloquent writer with well thought out grammar and sentence structure... and perhaps I am... but blogging?  Blogging, or at least my blog, is not full of those times.  There are times when it's an imperfect collection of word vomit that has been sitting in my brain for far too long.

This is one of those times.

I recently changed my content settings, and now when you visit my blog you are greeted with this glorious message.

When I see this message, I immediately think "porn or naked pictures" which is NOT THE CASE AT ALL!  Rather, I changed my content settings because I find that when I write sometimes, I curse.

In the real world, I'm not much of a curser.  A "dammit" or "Hell" will slip out when I find it necessary to make a point, or wish to convey an emotion, but on an everyday basis that's about it.  My husband is a curser - he has a potty mouth.  It doesn't bother me though, but I do tell him sometimes using words like that make them lose their effectiveness and meaning.

Literally, for example.  "I literally laughed myself to death."  No, you didn't.  You're standing in front of me breathing so you're just fine.  Epic is another example.  "Law and Order SVU was EPIC last night."  Not really, they got the bad guy and the format was similar to every other episode, so I wouldn't classify that as epic.

Now, there are times that those words can be used correctly and add effectiveness to a sentence.  "It is so cold out that the sweaty clothes I left in the car on accident literally froze overnight."  This happened, and literally makes it clear how shocking that was to me.

"The first time I went to a Les Mills quarterly there were over 120 some people doing BodyJam with me.  It was EPIC."

Also true.  And to me, that was epic so the word is used correctly.

Aside from their technical definitions, swear words can provide emphasis and express emotions that can sometimes get lost in translation when we go from speaking aloud to reading text.  Which is why I find I swear a lot when I blog - since I'm usually emotionally charged up about something.  I swear a lot in real life when I'm angry, or extremely emotional.  Sometimes it's useful - example:

I finally took baby man to the husband's place of work to show him off.  It was a later time in the afternoon, he'd had a long day since we'd been away from home, and even though I'd fed him just a little while earlier he became hungry again.  I retreated to a secluded conference room to feed (breastfeed, nurse) him because he was already over stimulated and I wanted the atmosphere to be calmer.

Though no one at husbands work knew what I had done or was doing, somehow the next day the topic of breastfeeding in public came up, and apparently a lot of my husbands co-workers are extremely bothered by it.  It makes them uncomfortable.  Their solution is for the mother to go to the bathroom, or just... stop breastfeeding in public... or don't breastfeed all together.

I had several reactions to these thoughts (none of which were expressed directly to me, thank God) over the next several seconds.  They ranged from confusion...

To disciplined, controlled indignation

But mostly I felt extreme fucking outrage

 (which my husband, who was innocent and un-opinionated in the conversation, took the brunt of)

What the actual fuck, people?  (See, there... this is an appropriate time for me to break out the swearing).

You are that person that actually thinks it's appropriate for me to take my innocent infant into the bathroom to eat because you can't get past seeing a breast (or PART OF ONE) as what it was designed for rather than a sexual object?  I tell you what... let's get some fucking girl in a fucking bikini in here, and she'll sit next to me while I breastfeed, and you tell me who's fucking tit you see more of - her's or mine.

I was so irate.  I realize none of these people said anything to me, and they probably have the decency to not say it to anyone ever, but the fact that they think it still bothers me.  I almost wanted to go back in the next day and sit right in the middle of all the cubicles and feed the baby while wearing a "I dare you to fucking say something to me right now" expression.

For the nursing in public conversation and the "oh no it makes me uncomfortable" comments... please get over yourselves.  Mothers have it hard enough without you adding to it.  And while I'm at it, I also want to swear at the same people who want to ban children from public places because they might cry or the mom might have to shake up a bottle or walk around to soothe a fussy baby.  

Fuck the fuck off.

Do you honestly think she's trying to intrude on your privacy or interrupt your day?  NO.  She's trying to go about hers and expose her child to public behavior - decent fucking behavior and your judgement and eye rolls are not decent fucking behavior.  Get over yourselves.

Being childless is a choice, and I understand that and applaud you for knowing yourself well enough to not have children that you don't actually want.  Now... that being said, if you plan to be in public you're going to have to share space with children at some times.  We have to share space with you too and we'll try to be polite about it if you are.

Let's just try to make this a little fucking easier on everyone and just be nice? Mmmmkay?

It might bother someone that in the above sentences I swore a lot, which is why I changed the settings to warn people.  Because I'm tired of having to justify my anger and language.  I'm not swearing around your child or mine - I'm swearing in a blog post that's vaguely about social injustice and stupidity (mostly stupidity).  If you don't like it, click away.

Just like if you don't like watching me try to feed my baby under my very nice nursing cover, or under a blanket, or Hell... right out in the open because you see about 2% of my breast that's not covered by a baby's head... you are kindly invited to look away.  I'll do the same when you order sushi or any kind of fish... because what you're eating offends me.  Can you go eat your sushi in the bathroom, please?  It really bothers me.  Or can you cover it up?

Or should I just fucking get over it and let you eat in peace?