You Might Not Be Swearing Enough
Our couple’s therapist just gave the best science-backed advice.
When I was a young junior high student, my carefully crafted curses would have made Samuel L. Jackson proud. My wittily-worded swears and well-timed vulgar comebacks made me feel like the coolest 100 lb. 8th grader to walk the halls. I was one of the expletive elites.
I got older, rinsed my potty-mouth out with adulthood, and put away those childish things. Now I’m 40 and the best I do is tell…