I am sure he never picks up mashed potatoes with his hands or overstuffs his face. Swearing in private can be pleasurably therapeutic in taming life’s minor irritations. We would no more indulge our children’s imitation of thug language than we would indulge their instinct to seize a fistful of mashed potatoes rather than use a fork, or snatch a gift without a thank you, or spit at a sibling in anger.
That is why we work so strenuously to inculcate good manners in them - at least those of us in the know, who understand that instinctive, well-internalized civility is as much a key to success in life as good marks and a knack with computers. Language evolves, but some things don’t change.
That’s linguistic segregation and we shouldn’t stand for that. So in this clever, unnatural scheme, blacks may call each other the n-word and women may call themselves the c-word, but anyone else who uses them is a racist or a sexist. This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below.
