I’ll be the first one to admit I watch way too much television. If I’m home, the television is on. If the government is using our TVs to watch us, they have my every move recorded. Does that sound paranoid? Remember, just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean there isn’t something out there trying to get me.
Is it just me or is there too much profanity on the tube? Even network shows are peppered with far too many swear words. Granted they are just words, but I miss the days when folk used their word-a-day calendars to make persuasive arguments instead of cuss words. My mom would lecture us on how only people with low IQs need swear words to make their point.
I can remember when I started cussing. I spent two weeks with my cousin Gay in Tulare the summer I was 10. My parents traded me for her brother Jay. He and I were about the same age so he got to hang out with my brothers while I stayed with his little sister. Their parents, J.B. and Isabel Kirk, had a Doughboy pool in their back yard. We spent so much time in that pool I had swimmer’s ear for weeks afterward. It may have damaged my hearing and that’s my excuse for not listening. When Gay and I were out in the pool, with no adults present, we cussed up a storm or so we thought. Looking back on it, we didn’t know any really good swear words. We were young enough that we hadn’t yet heard anybody drop an f-bomb!
That left about four or five words that would have resulted in punishment had we uttered them in front of the grownups. We thought we were super cool using bad words. Since we both attended Sunday school, we didn’t use the Lord’s name in vain. We were bad girls with standards...