I’m not a hater of people who like to swear. Similarly, I am not a hater of people who do not like to swear… I used to be one of those. Happily, I’ve realised the distinct satisfaction of bellowing out ‘fuck you!’ when walking into inanimate objects, or referring to certain annoying individuals as a ‘cunt’ on the rare occasion, though largely ‘dickhead’ is my vulgarity of choice.
What gets my goat is hearing and reading people pretending to swear. They play at cussin’, so much so that they end up making up non-existent words designed, they believe, to mean roughly the same as, say, ‘it is fucked’. Ridiculous words which highlight, with glaring clarity, that although they really want to let rip and risk being regarded as foul-mouthed, uncouth and trashy, they can’t really risk upsetting their friends or family or their lord or their co-workers or whatever.
Yes, there are times and places. Telling your great aunt that you don’t want another fucking slice of her cocksucking fruit cake is probably a bit of overkill, even if the fruit cake is utterly awful and full of raisins. However, in general, the fact is as follows: Either you swear, or you don’t. Don’t make up stupid-arsed half-swear words that would be acceptable in god’s judgey eyes, or people who choose to judge on behalf of god, because they don’t actually allude directly to fornication.
In or out … make your choice.