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Parental
Profanity What’s wrong with profanity, anyway? The
Osborns have made fuck a household word. Maybe just in homes plagued
by MTV but at least it’s out of the closet. Thank you Oz and Sharon,
not to mention their kids, who use the F word as often and without
punitive liability as the great Oz himself. I
have trouble watching my mouth. Rather, watching what spews forth at
inappropriate times, in front of unsuspecting others and especially
around my kids. My daughters were born to Rhapsody in Fuck and Shit
minor and major, respectively. The one I birthed naturally was privy
to a slew of other more intimidating words upon her arrival into this
world. The C-section one was born to a litany of softer, gentler
oaths, only because I was nauseous from an ill-timed ten-course meal.
Otherwise she might have glided into the world perilously close to a
scalpel blade without the additional narration. The
point of all this is that I swear. I swear like a rock star. The
father of my children swears like a rock star. My older daughter is
beginning to swear like a teenage rock star whilst my younger daughter
at age eight still only swears behind my back.
I find this amusing, considering I was the one who taught her
100% of those vocabulary insults. When she was two, she got her first
“car.” She promptly sat down, grabbed the wheel, ran her little
pigs into the carpet to get it to go and began a litany of road rage
insults that made her mother proud. She actually thought you needed to
swear to drive. I can see why. Are the Osborns and I worse parents than our more puritanical peers for swearing? Are we evil perpetrators of foul-mouthed offspring? Should we expect a call from the parent police? I would never strike or humiliate my children … doesn’t that score some points in my defense? Oz and Sharon are wealthy beyond comprehension. Will that protect them from an angry God whose name has been linked with the F word more than they’d ever care to admit? Are we just not as careful with our children's upbringing as we should be? Or are we merely allowing them the luxury of reality; the relaxation of verbal morality? Have we possibly created children who will, by golly, be able to communicate better in a lawless future? Children who will always have to watch their mouths in school and ceremony, but who will never know horror at an expletive heard in passing? Fuck if I know.
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