I, Too, Say "Fuck You Mr. President"

Cursing is a great topic! (BTW, "cuss" is used by children in California, too, and is nothing like "chonk," which has been used only in Texas, and only in the parts where SqRL grew up, and only by one specific child... named SqRL.)

I always get this sickening joy out of cursing. Like if I say "that's fucked up," I know that I sound ugly and harsh, so I feel sorta judged, standing outside myself and hearing these offensive words that don't serve any real purpose. I picture a 13-year-old white-trash tomboy in dirty jeans with greasy pigtails, chewing gum and spitting. (That's the "sickening" part.) But I also think, 'I'm only getting that feeling/image because I'm female and we're expected to keep constant watch over our images, of the tone we project, of the misunderstandings we might create, etc., and we're supposed to constantly create this safe, soft environment for other people. So I think, "Fuck that, I'm free to spew this shit and I'll judge you by your reaction." (That's the joy part.) And anyway, I kinda like 13-year-old white-trash tomboys in dirty jeans and greasy pigtails, who chew gum and spit; it's who I wasn't strong enough to be at 13.

So I too say, "Fuck you Mr. President." (Did you know that's in an Eminem song?)