Did you guys see this story about a woman at a Kroger store in South Carolina telling her husband to “stop smashing the fucking bread,” and being arrested for using the f-word in front of her kids?
Apparently the dude dropped a stack of frozen pizzas on a loaf of bread, she dropped an f-bomb on top of him, and the next thing they knew… the cops were there and Mom was being read her rights. She was charged with disorderly conduct, and got to take a ride in a police car.
My opinion: there are no good guys in this story. It’s sorta like It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia: everybody involved is reprehensible.
I’m no Quaker, and certainly no stranger to profanity. In fact, I’m quite proud of my ability to string together curse words in new and creative ways. I’m an artist working in the obscenity genre.
However… I don’t walk around retail stores shouting the f-word and whatnot. I mean, seriously. When I hear someone do that, another word jumps immediately to mind: trash. It’s low-class, and… you know, trashy. When there are kids around, it’s even worse.
I don’t use that word in front of our boys, even at their advanced ages. Oh, I say shit and asshole, and “Get outta the left lane, ya sock full o’ turds!!” But there’s a line I won’t cross in front of them. And even with Toney around… there’s a limit. I haven’t sat down and created an Excel spreadsheet or anything, it’s just instinctual.
I mean, have a little respect. Right? And lead by example. I’m sure plenty of you will disagree with my stance on this, and give me the tried and true justifications for going full Goodfellas whenever you feel like it: “they’ll hear that and much worse at school” and “they’re just words.” True statements, I admit. But they don’t need to hear ’em from their parents. It’s just how I feel about it.
On the other hand… What kind of deep-dish lunatic calls 911 because she hears someone say something she doesn’t like in the frozen food aisle?? Wow. Talk about a busybody… The bitch needs to butt-out. I know she probably thinks she was being an advocate for children, or whatever, but… unless there was actual abuse going on, it’s none of her business.
And some woman telling her husband to stop smashing the fucking bread is a looooong way from abuse. I don’t like to hear that kind of thing, either. But calling the cops?! That’s a few steps beyond crazy.
People LOVE to be offended these days. If somebody so much as misspeaks or uses clumsy phrasing… there are plenty of folks standing by, ready to do their part to destroy that person. And unless they’re left utterly humiliated, with no way to make a living, it’s not enough.
And the thing about it? The people who claim to be offended are not actually offended. In most cases, anyway. They just enjoy the sport of it. Especially if there’s a political component.
So, there you go. What are your feelings on this story? What do you think about using profanity in public? Tell us about it in the comments. Also, how do you feel about cursing in front of kids? I say it’s OK to a point, but then only acceptable for baseball and football coaches. For some reason that doesn’t bother me. Hey, I never claimed to be consistent. But what do you think?
I’ll see you guys again on Thursday.
Have a great day!
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