There was going to be a disclaimer in here about how you should go here if you're offended by vulgar language, but there are only a few in the below. I think I explain why this is about vulgarity, and yet I use very little here. Regardless, if you don't want to read some swear words below, click the link in the first sentence and go watch some cute animals or something. I will not be offended. I won't even really know.
I have had occasion lately to purge some people from my personal Facebook friends list. There were conversations that took place first, arguments, discussions, all moderately civil, and started by my status updates.
Let's cut right to it, shall we? I have a really bad fucking mouth. Typically this doesn't come across in things that I write for public consumption, but I swear. A lot. If there was a scale with Wonder Pets on one end and Andrew Dice Clay on the other, I'd probable be somewhere around George Carlin.
I've said it before, but I'm not big on censorship. Relatives from cousins to mom and dad to grandparents are all on Facebook, and they are subject to the same fact that I don't censor myself. To be honest, mom and dad can't talk. It's not like they beat me and screamed obscenities at me as a child, but they would have occasion to swear, or we would watch movies with them that had swearing. Hell, we used to listen to George Carlin on road trips, so the "Seven Words You Can't Say On Television" bit was in my brain early on.
It's an interesting tactic that a lot of parents I know do not agree with in practice. By allowing the hearing of the words and not freaking out over them, they lose their power and stigma. That said, I make a concerted effort not to swear in front of my kids. It has more to do with the phonetic whipping sound of a lot of curse words, those hard consonant sounds, that I don't think a two and four year old need to hear. Yes, I'm not perfect, and I have said a bad word or two in front of my kids. They'll survive.
Back to the Facebook status issue. My profile security is tight. If you find me, you don't see much unless you're already a friend. This is on purpose, mostly because of the kids. And it's my statii, so I'll say whatever the fuck is on my mind, and I'll be damned if someone's going to make me feel bad about it. The topic that started this is irrelevant. I was pissed about how it feels like every time you're in a hurry and running late, everyone else on the road is doing their level best to give it to you up the ass at every turn and intersection. This started off a series of message exchanges between myself and six people. The outcome?
"While I can appreciate your thoughts and concerns, what I say and do with my personal Facebook posts is my business. I'm sharing my thoughts and feelings and pictures and videos and funny links with the people I consider my friends. If you don't like it, ignore it. If you can't, then perhaps you don't know me as well as you think you do, and maybe we shouldn't be Facebook friends any longer."
They all responded, and the end result was a permanent ban from my friend list. To be completely honest, I'm pretty sure I won't miss a single one of them.