SCIENCE: Hearing the Occasional F-Bomb Won't Damage Your Children
When it comes to swearing, I'm a bit of a professional. I mean, I try. I really do (sometimes). I'm just saying, adulting is hard—even in front of your kids. You're just not supposed to swear in front of the little so-and-sos, no matter how naughty or ridiculous they've been. Is swearing going to destroy the psyches and the sensibilities of my children? According to science, the answer may be no.
With the holidays approaching (my current excuse, anyway), I've really been letting it fly lately. Sometimes in frustration. Lots of times for comedic emphasis. Several times it's not even me, it's the other [EXPLETIVE DELETED] holes around my kids and me who are expressing themselves without a filter. Sometimes, it's even my wife who can't help but to let forth with a couple of what Mr. Spock called colorful metaphors: "Are you [COLORFUL METAPHOR] kidding me?" Or, "You've got to be [EXPLETIVE DELETED] kidding me!"
I've never been terribly successful at preventing my kids from parroting my potty mouth, to my eternal shame. When my son was two and a half we were in a grocery store utilizing a race car shopping cart. As we pulled into the checkout line, with a concentration of people observing, he yelled out what he thought was an appropriate exclamation for a driver in traffic: "BEEP BEEP JACKASS!!"
I still have no idea where he got that.
Then, Thanksgiving weekend happened. No, there were no political clashes with family members, and the food and the company were all stellar. My sixth-grade son and I attended the annual Oregon Ducks vs. Oregon State Beavers football game. Billed as the Civil War, it is the 6th oldest college football rivalry in the nation. The hatred is real. As a fan of the Ducks, I was in hostile territory on the Beavers campus. My son and I attended as representatives of the Boy Scouts—there were about 60 of us lined up along the end zone, presenting the Boy Scout salute during the National Anthem. Well, of course, before the game there was the tailgating. There may have been such ingredients as breakfast beer, an uncle telling stories from his delinquent youth, and a retired cop telling stories from HIS delinquent youth. All of which may or may not have been punctuated with innumerable colorful metaphors. (They probably were.)
Anyway, there we were, lining up before the National Anthem began. Being about 50 feet from the stands, we could easily hear the chant from the partisan crowd: [EXPLETIVE DELETED] THE DUCKS! [EXPLETIVE DELETED] THE DUCKS! (Think about it—it rhymed.) What's a dutiful dad and Scout leader to do? I leaned over to my son, winked, and said, "This is a wholesome family environment, huh?" He laughed.
He often laughs when I drop a well-placed f-bomb, or tell him to quit being a [EXPLETIVE DELETED]. I know I'm not supposed to do it, and it's just not the right thing to do.
Except, it turns out, it's not that bad. And I have science to back it up.
That's right, SCIENCE.
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