I think cursing is an element of language that is extremely valuable.
Expressing emotion is one of the biggest factors of language, and sometimes your emotions are so big, regular words just don’t do it. I don’t promote constantly using them, but the fact that these words are taboo make them very influential. I think there should be words like that, so when we use them, there’s emphasis.
For example, saying “get over here!” Simply doesn’t hold up to “get the fuck over here”. It communicates a sense of urgency which would be difficult to express otherwise in a quick and concise phrase.
Of course, there’s always tone of voice to convey the same things that cursing does. But some of us don’t have that ability.
Personally, I struggle with tone of voice. My voice is flat and monotone, and my facial expressions aren’t very expressive either. My voice is naturally quiet and it gets no ones attention. So cursing, when used sparingly, is a powerful element
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I have four sons, two with my ex. I've been divorced from her since my oldest, Cody, was 10. We co-parented well until he turned 14 and was starting high school. He and his mother wanted him to go to a local school (Venice High) whereas I wanted him to go to private school. The odd thing is that my ex and I live in a very nice area, but the families often send their kids to private schools for high schools because they can afford it. Therefore, the local high school has a lot of empty seats and brings in kids who couldn't behave in their own schools. The local school is basically ghetto.
There wasn't much I could do since my son was 14 and my ex was assuring me he wouldn't fall into the wrong crowd and I was simply "stereotyping." My son thought Venice would be "easier" and he could walk home from school.
Lo and behold, by the time Cody turned 18, he dropped out of high school and became a pothead. His days were filled with hanging out with other potheads he met at school and skating and trying to be cool. His mom said he was finding himself, had plans to learn a trade, get a GED, etc. This led to him and I becoming estranged. Things at his moms started to get crazy so my other son decided to live at my place full-time.
My son told me that Cody and his mom were fucking with meth. It made sense in a lot of ways. There's not much you can do with a tweaker who doesn't want to get help.
Earlier this year, Cody got busted for felony meth. I paid a lot of money for a lawyer and rehab so he could have the felony brought down to a misdemeanor upon completion of rehab and probation and would have his record erased. He did get a one month suspended sentence on the condition he didn't get anymore felonies. He was about to finish his program and probation but he got caught with felony meth AGAIN. This was after he visited his mother.
So far he's never spent a single night in jail (he was always cited), but he will have to do the 30 days since he has a new felony charge....technically. I could hire a lawyer to bring the new charge down to a misdemeanor so it won't "count" against him. A public defender could do the same but not before his court date in two weeks where he has to surrender for his 30-day term.
I just decided to let him go to jail and I would be perfectly fine with it. My ex and Cody are begging me to help and I am.
Ex: “so there were these guys called the forerunners who got trolled really hard after killing their parents.”
So online classes have been tough for a lot of students including my sister. She didn't do any of her notes and did minimal homework.Now school begins in 2 weeks and my sister has done 0 notes so I decided to help her. I can write for 10 hours straight while listening to a podcast. The agreement was that she does the dishes I am supposed to do while I help her.
So yesterday I told her to do the dishes and she said" I don't get why I have to do them, they are your responsibility after all"I gave her back her notebooks and when she asked why I told her "I don't see why I have to write your notes, they are your responsibility after all." I went and did the dishes.
When my parents came home they were angry at me that I stopped working on her notes . In her school, teachers will send you home until you finish the notes so she might not start school in time if I do not help her. I now refuse to help her since she was rude to me and I enjoy playing games instead of doing notes. So AITA?
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My (25M) girlfriend (22F) overuses the word “literally.” And I swear it’s getting worse. Sometimes I can’t help but crack up laughing because she has said literally twice in one sentence. I don’t know why she keeps saying it but it makes her sound unintelligent.
So I wanted to make a point to her and decided to mark down every time she says literally throughout the day. It ended up being 47 times. I showed her and she said I was being ridiculous and it was “LITERALLY so weird that I was keeping track of how many times she says a word.” I ended up telling her that she needs to shut up if she’s gonna continue to say it which caused her to get angry at me and she told me I was acting like a jerk.
AITA
I was an undergrad, working part-time in a lab to get experience. I had just started contemplating a masters, maybe a PhD, when a post-doc started in the lab. He was new to the country and I was asked to help him figure out the city (transit, housing, best places to buy food etc.). I was happy to, and cheerful in our interactions, but I guess he took it to be more than that. He started to just... watch me. Our lab benches were across from each other. So often I'd look up and he'd be staring at my chest. Or he'd come around, stand behind me, and comment on how pretty my shirt was, or how lovely my hair was. A casual touch on the shoulder. Seeking me out in the building if I went to work elsewhere. I stopped smiling at him. I completely changed my wardrobe to giant shapeless shirts. I even got brave enough once to tell him a comment made me uncomfortable. And he didn't stop.
I knew I should bring it up with my supervisor, but I didn't feel comfortable talking about it, because there was no one single act or sense of maliciousness or violence. He was just another person who was raised differently. He didn't realise what he was doing was inappropriate. Maybe I was too friendly at the start. All those little justifications that went on in my head. I wanted to think that my supervisor would help me find a solution, but what if he didn't? He'd mentioned before that he thought mental health was a fad. That it was cool to have issues these days. What was to say his stance on sexual harassment would be any different? I was so close to deciding that I didn't want to continue the work. I was considering shifting out of the field.
Some of our work required being in a small dark room. Though nothing overt happened, I always worried something would. But then one day, we had a new undergrad we were training. And he, the post-doc, and myself were all working together. The post-doc made one of his usual comments about how my hair looked so beautiful in the light coming from the machine we were using, and reached out to touch it. And the undergrad just gave him this look of utter disbelief and called him right out on it. "Dude, that is really really creepy. Cut it out." And the post-doc shut right up. I'm not saying he changed. I still mostly avoided him for the rest of his time there, and he still stared. But the realisation that for one guy who was super inappropriate, there was another willing to point it out gave me the courage to stick with it. I don't even remember
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