I’ve long disliked and decried casual profanity that’s become an unwanted aural intrusion on public communication almost every day. I recoil from the various jarring words that get tossed around no matter how many toddlers, reserved older ladies or impressionable kids are present. And at social events, I think: Come on! It’s a party! If you really look at most profane talk, you see that it’s almost always sexist, whichever gender engages in it.
When a fairly extreme example surfaced last weekend, I almost appreciated the negative response. People do care!? Then came the claim that it was simply “locker room” speech. So I asked male friends to comment on my personal Facebook and got an earful – mostly confirming my hunch that such extreme language is rare, as I’d hoped. (I’d also pointed out that as horrid as groping is, it’s also very rare.)
My friend John Hackenburg sent me this link and it made my day: