People have been dropping a lot of bombs lately. My inspirational Girl Friday, Taraleigh drops Kindness + Joy Bombs. Danielle drops bad ass Truth Bombs. All these amazing, be better warm, fuzzy, kick-your-life-up-a-notch-bombs.
And lately, I’ve just been dropping f-bombs.
Can you tell my yoga practice is on the decline? </3
I grew up in a household where the only reason a person swore was because “they didn’t have an adequate vocabulary to articulate their thoughts and feelings.” The irony? I’ve always had a potty mouth. The first time I dropped the f-bomb to my mom I was 8 years old. I very swiftly ate a bar of Ivory soap. I have never heard her say so much as shit. The dirtiest she’s ever gone was son of a biscuit. I have no clue where it came from.
My Pop has a bit of a loose vocabulary, now. But he didn’t when I was a kid and it’s definitely not as strong as mine. I really have no idea where it came from or what the catalyst was for my f-bomb prowess. Perhaps I was a sailor in a former life? Or maybe just saying the word fuck makes me feel powerful? The thing about the word fuck is that it’s decidedly not feminine and certainly not “ladylike.”
Fuck is gender biased.
And because of that, I am going to continue to use it appropriately (in my own subjective opinion). I don’t drop the f-bomb in every post. Just like I don’t drop it in every conversation and certainly not in front of my mother, my in laws, or in any professional setting. There is a time and a place. For me, it’s usually when I’m really pissed off about something. Apparently in the last few updates I’ve been pissed off.
If dropping the f-bomb in my posts offends you, let me know. I can’t promise I’ll stop using it, but I like to know how sensitive my readers are.
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