After being stuck in traffic for far too long today, I couldn’t help but think of this blog…
When I was a girl I never swore. It was a matter of principle. My Mama had always said that swearing was a sign of ignorance. If you swore, it just meant that you were too stupid to come up with something better to say. And besides, I was a good Christian girl, and good Christian girls didn’t swear.
It made sense to my young influential brain, so I didn’t question the logic, and I just didn’t do it.
But then I became an adult, and I came to realize the value of a well placed curse word. Sometimes, nothing says it better. It might say it with more intelligence, or even say it more specifically, but not better.
As a writer, choosing the best word for a situation is very important, and so, I very frequently find myself swearing these days–much to my mother’s chagrin.
Case in point:…
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