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... keep reading on reddit ➡
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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.
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.
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