Stop cursing. It’s not hip.

I’ve noticed a disturbing trend in blogs vlogs, et al.: Pottymouthism. For lack of a better word, I invented one. I know your first thought is:

What a prude!

Nothing could be farther from the truth. I’m a former US Marine that spent 18 total months on Navy ships. We raised the expletive to an art form.

So, why does it bother me now? Because I know better now. I know that cursing, swearing, cussing, whatever-you-want-to-call-it is supposed to make you appear edgy, or hip, of full of righteous indignation. Guess what? It doesn’t.

Now, I’m not saying there’s no place for a well-placed curse. When I step on that half-chewed dog toy on my way to the bathroom in the dark of the night. Yes, the Marine will be summoned. Or when my favorite sports team pulls defeat from the jaws of victory — again, the Marine.

My point? You can make your point without sinking to guttersnipe level. For one, cursing in blog format displays laziness, low vocabulary has a positive correlation to low intelligence, and it appeals to emotion which is considered the basest form of the dialectic (although a supportive link escapes me at the moment).

The fact of the matter is that there is always a better, more intelligent way to present your idea than swearing. Period.

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