Now for my opinion: Even though profanity doesn’t bother me for the most part, I empathize with those who can’t stand it. I said, “for the most part” because even I have a limit: For me, cussing God with the breath he gave us is profane beyond my ability to fathom.
I volunteer as a Ski Patroller at Beaver Mountain in Northern Utah where I deal with it regularly. Several times a year I ask teenage boys and college age kids to watch their language. I was sixteen and bullet proof once too, but I don’t remember disrespecting Deity while making turns in his heaven sent powder.
When I hear it, I’m flat out offended.
Something ignites deep in the spot that makes me want to hit; I have to stifle the urge to tear the snowboard from their feet and beat an apology from their blasphemous vocal chords. As a representative of the Seeholzer family and their mountain, I could never do that. Instead, I politely ask them to stop. Usually they respond with a bit of embarrassment and an apology. I have to accept, even though I want to revoke their passes after a thirty minute lecture.
Then there are reality television bimbos who can’t stop saying OMG. Instead of gratitude for flying to some exotic locale, going to dinner in a nice restaurant, looking at the ocean or viewing buildings and architecture they keep saying it. For those of us old enough to appreciate the metaphor, it’s as though their minds are scratched.
Your posts taught me that everyone takes offense at something; I appreciate other people’s sensitivities even if they aren’t shared.
Beyond profanity, I’m curious what tempts people to either flee the scene or pick up a donkey’s Jawbone in righteous indignation. (Notice the word ‘donkey.’ I’m holding tight to my cuss free pledge while writing on the subject.)
Here’s some of mine:
1) One sided propaganda and political spin.
2) Spirituality without vulnerability.
3) Multi-level marketing.
4) Poorly written literature about teenagers with superpowers.
AND THE BIG ONE:
5) Raisins. (More to come on the last two subjects in future blog posts.)
What’s your list? Agree or not, I’ll respect it. Just don’t let me catch you cursing Deity at Beaver Mountain on a good powder day.