Ok, so the other day I promised a rant. Then I didn’t post. And I suck. So sue me.
I read a blog post the other day wherein the blogger talked about bad words in blog posts. Of course, the blogger didn’t like it and went so far as to say that only the “new bloggers hitting the scene” do it. Mwahahaha!! Yes, it’s a trend that only the new folks engage in. There was never any foul language on the web before those bad people started polluting it. No one in Usenet back in the ancient 90′s ever used four letter words1 nor were they ever mean to anyone. So, let’s look at some of the comments, shall we?
My mum reads my blog.
I always bear that in mind when Iâm not sure whether something is appropriate to publish or not, how to moderate my comments and whether to swear. It ensures my blog remains suitable for all audiences.
Funny thing that. My mom taught me how to swear. She’s worse than I am. Bad Mommy!
Iâm not a prude, but if the first time I visit a blog or website, I see a lot of swear words, Iâm likely to leave and not come back. If one of the blogs that I read regularly happens to have an occasional swear word, Iâll just shrug it off. However, if the trend is towards more and more cussing, then, eventually, Iâll leave.
Ah, shucks, Maybel. Now I’m sad.
Iâm one of those that would rather not read a blog that uses any bad words. Iâve quit reading several that use them. I can think of no reason to use those words. All they do is make you sound trashy!
Translation: My eyes! My eyes! Won’t someone think of my eyes!
You mention the younger bloggers who swear regularly on their blogs, but to me, thatâs exactly what I think of when I read a blog that often uses parentally-unapproved languageâthat theyâre too immature to write like grown-ups.
Bullseye! That hit the nail straight on the head. Of course, when I read just another blog about blogging to make money I think “This blogger has no imagination and was never loved as a child.” Oops.
went to Bible College in the midwest, and we adapted what we called âChristianized Cuss Words.â A couple examples would be âarseâ or âshizzyâ or âfreakinâ
“Freakin”? Christianized? Do you know what that word means now? And “shizzy”? Hahaha!!! I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that one in a porn movie. “Arse”? Have you spoken with a Brit lately? Bet you say “Bloody wanker” too, thinking it’s all Christ-like. You sly little bastard.
Swearing is always a bad idea on a blog or anywhere else. You donât know whoâs reading your blog and you donât want to be responsible for teaching profanity to minors, or endorsing it in its usage.
Man, oh, man! What can I say to this one that hasn’t been said a billion times from folks all over the Intertoobs? If a child who is young enough to have never heard profanity happens upon my blog then the parents of said child should be smacked in the damned head. Hard. With a bat. Oh, and I do endorse colorful language. Duh.
At any rate, this particular blog doesn’t have many commenters that disagree with the blogger. This would risk alienation and perhaps that winning lotto number that the blogger hands out every now and then. The commenters that did disagree pretty much said the same thing= “Language is language and/or I speak like this in real life why not on my blog?” I can just imagine some of these people falling into my blog from EC and their eyes bleeding from the unholy language. Poor kids. Hopefully they won’t be too traumatized.
By the way, when did God ban profanity? Good thing he’s not mine, huh?
I’m a liberal. PROUDLY. If you don’t like liberals, then you need to move the fuck along. If you’re ragging on liberals/gays/brown people2 / feminists/athiests/Kucinich supporters then I don’t want you ’round these parts. I don’t give a flying monkey’s ass if liberals are supposed to be tolerant. I don’t tolerate people that don’t like me. I have learned through time that mere friendly-debate doesn’t make any difference one way or the other and if you’re full of hate it’s forever. You will end up hating me eventually. Might as well start now.
While I’m announcing my liberalness I’ll add that I’m a polytheistic Pagan woman, my daughter is Black, my sister is Mexican, my uncle is gay, I am pro-women’s reproductive health/ gay marriage, I despise George Bush and I love Bill Clinton3. You will never, ever in all of your long life change me. So goodbye. Of course, you can always try to debate me. Be warned, though, that I am not as stupid as you think I am and I’m always in need of a whipping post.
If I am married to you and find out that you told my mother that you believe I’m faking my illness I will find out and I will lay into you. Don’t act surprised when I blow up at your stupidity. I don’t fucking care if she was saying the same thing about me, that woman has always been a bitch I already know this. You married me and are required to stand by and support me. If you feel that the diagnosis my doctors (Plural, idiot) gave me is wrong or a lie, then maybe you should take your happy ass to medical school and prove them wrong. What? You can’t even pass Psychology 101? You’ve failed three times and were just angry because I got an “A” on my first try. Well, I guess it’s ok then. Nothing like being spiteful over your spouse’s success and planting evil seeds in the head of an already evil woman.
Here’s a clue, nimrod, she likes when people fight. She gets off on it even. She will go back and forth between us and make sure she sees when we’re having “issues”. Kind of like how you don’t like it when your wife and your mother get along too well, so you make up shit to get them fighting. SNAP! Guess that makes you just like that two-faced woman that spawned me (your words). Maybe you two fucking brainiacs can get together over some goddamned tea and discuss how the world is holding you down and no one understands you. Then you can snipe each other when you’re not together. Oh, what fun you will have!
Two peas in a fucked up pod.
(Insert something else to bitch about here.)
I mentioned before that I was going to have a contest to prove a point. I changed my mind. I don’t care enough about the issue to do the point proving. I do want to install that newest plugin, though. At some point in the near future. If my mood improves, it could be a fun addition.
Also, I’ve decided that my new math professor is fucking hot. What can I say? I’ve got a thing for a man with brains (and who looks good in jeans).
By the way, “motherfucker” is considered 4 letters, but have you ever counted them? Who the hell thinks of this nonsense? [↩]
I’m in a Bad Mood
Ok, so the other day I promised a rant. Then I didn’t post. And I suck. So sue me.
I read a blog post the other day wherein the blogger talked about bad words in blog posts. Of course, the blogger didn’t like it and went so far as to say that only the “new bloggers hitting the scene” do it. Mwahahaha!! Yes, it’s a trend that only the new folks engage in. There was never any foul language on the web before those bad people started polluting it. No one in Usenet back in the ancient 90′s ever used four letter words1 nor were they ever mean to anyone. So, let’s look at some of the comments, shall we?
Funny thing that. My mom taught me how to swear. She’s worse than I am. Bad Mommy!
Ah, shucks, Maybel. Now I’m sad.
Translation: My eyes! My eyes! Won’t someone think of my eyes!
Bullseye! That hit the nail straight on the head. Of course, when I read just another blog about blogging to make money I think “This blogger has no imagination and was never loved as a child.” Oops.
“Freakin”? Christianized? Do you know what that word means now? And “shizzy”? Hahaha!!! I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that one in a porn movie. “Arse”? Have you spoken with a Brit lately? Bet you say “Bloody wanker” too, thinking it’s all Christ-like. You sly little bastard.
Man, oh, man! What can I say to this one that hasn’t been said a billion times from folks all over the Intertoobs? If a child who is young enough to have never heard profanity happens upon my blog then the parents of said child should be smacked in the damned head. Hard. With a bat. Oh, and I do endorse colorful language. Duh.
At any rate, this particular blog doesn’t have many commenters that disagree with the blogger. This would risk alienation and perhaps that winning lotto number that the blogger hands out every now and then. The commenters that did disagree pretty much said the same thing= “Language is language and/or I speak like this in real life why not on my blog?” I can just imagine some of these people falling into my blog from EC and their eyes bleeding from the unholy language. Poor kids. Hopefully they won’t be too traumatized.
By the way, when did God ban profanity? Good thing he’s not mine, huh?
I’m a liberal. PROUDLY. If you don’t like liberals, then you need to move the fuck along. If you’re ragging on liberals/gays/brown people2 / feminists/athiests/Kucinich supporters then I don’t want you ’round these parts. I don’t give a flying monkey’s ass if liberals are supposed to be tolerant. I don’t tolerate people that don’t like me. I have learned through time that mere friendly-debate doesn’t make any difference one way or the other and if you’re full of hate it’s forever. You will end up hating me eventually. Might as well start now.
While I’m announcing my liberalness I’ll add that I’m a polytheistic Pagan woman, my daughter is Black, my sister is Mexican, my uncle is gay, I am pro-women’s reproductive health/ gay marriage, I despise George Bush and I love Bill Clinton3. You will never, ever in all of your long life change me. So goodbye. Of course, you can always try to debate me. Be warned, though, that I am not as stupid as you think I am and I’m always in need of a whipping post.
If I am married to you and find out that you told my mother that you believe I’m faking my illness I will find out and I will lay into you. Don’t act surprised when I blow up at your stupidity. I don’t fucking care if she was saying the same thing about me, that woman has always been a bitch I already know this. You married me and are required to stand by and support me. If you feel that the diagnosis my doctors (Plural, idiot) gave me is wrong or a lie, then maybe you should take your happy ass to medical school and prove them wrong. What? You can’t even pass Psychology 101? You’ve failed three times and were just angry because I got an “A” on my first try. Well, I guess it’s ok then. Nothing like being spiteful over your spouse’s success and planting evil seeds in the head of an already evil woman.
Here’s a clue, nimrod, she likes when people fight. She gets off on it even. She will go back and forth between us and make sure she sees when we’re having “issues”. Kind of like how you don’t like it when your wife and your mother get along too well, so you make up shit to get them fighting. SNAP! Guess that makes you just like that two-faced woman that spawned me (your words). Maybe you two fucking brainiacs can get together over some goddamned tea and discuss how the world is holding you down and no one understands you. Then you can snipe each other when you’re not together. Oh, what fun you will have!
Two peas in a fucked up pod.
(Insert something else to bitch about here.)
I mentioned before that I was going to have a contest to prove a point. I changed my mind. I don’t care enough about the issue to do the point proving. I do want to install that newest plugin, though. At some point in the near future. If my mood improves, it could be a fun addition.
Also, I’ve decided that my new math professor is fucking hot. What can I say? I’ve got a thing for a man with brains (and who looks good in jeans).
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