There are times, I must admit, when a “bad word” is the only thing that seems to fit. My son told a story recently that just illustrates it:
Three of his friends (fine, church-going, Christian friends—none of them known to swear) were playing basketball at the local Y. One of them took a flying fall and grabbed his leg, yelling “X@#&#!!” (very bad word). The two other guys rushed over, “shsshing” him and saying, “Don’t say that! There are kids around!”
The manager of the gym came running over, “Guys!” he scolded. “You will HAVE to tone it down…we have families here!” Then he looked down at the injury and fairly yelled, “X@#(J$#!!” (Exactly the same very bad word).
Who decides what is a very bad word, anyway? I mean, we have words of varying acceptability that actually end up meaning the very same thing. Some of them are totally verboten, while others—of the same meaning—might be used with your child. So, it’s not the meaning of the word that counts, it’s the word itself…interesting.
Anyway, I try to be socially acceptable. But I occasionally slip. Sorry. I’ll try not to do it here. C