Do/did you ever hear your parents curse?

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My dad swore often. I only heard him drop the f bomb a couple of times when I was still living at home, but he throw around “son of a bitch” and “God damn it,” peppered with some “shit” now and then. He swore so much that it was funny to me when he’d get upset over people swearing on TV. I remember once, when I was in high school, I was watching The Breakfast Club after school when my dad came home from work. He yelled from the other room, “God dammit MissAusten, what the hell are you watching?”

In fact, we had an Amazon grey parrot who imitated my dad’s voice perfectly. One of the parrot’s most-used phrases was, “God dammit MissAusten!”

He also stopped taking my brother and me to hockey games because of the language used by other fans. One night he stood up and yelled at some guys behind us, “I got my goddam kids with me!” :D

Now that I’m all growed up, my dad swears even more and will bust out the f word from time to time.

My mom never swore as much as my dad and tended to do it for humorous purposes. Now she’s much more likely to swear in a very colorful way.

My husband and I try not to swear around our kids. My husband slips up a lot though. He comes from a long line of creative cussers and when he gets mad you never know what will slip out. Unlike my dad, though, he almost never swears AT the kids. He just forgets they can hear him when he swears at inanimate objects.

No I don’t think they did, not around us kids anyway. Apart from the odd ‘damn’ that is.

My Dad would say “sh*t” very occasionally, it usually accompanied a minor but painful injury. I only heard him drop the F-bomb once or twice when he dropped an expensive tool overboard during a fix on a boat. I tied string to all of them after that. My mom only ever said “sh*t” once in my hearing, when we came home from shopping for a party and found that the dog had been magnificently sick, in all possible ways, all over the house.

I swear like a sailor.

My parents used the occasional “shit” but that was about it. I remember my father asking me “what the fuck were you thinking” one time and I was more shocked by his swearing than by his anger (I’d really screwed up).

I work hard not to swear around my kids, just the occasional “shit” when something goes wrong. My ex however has developed a real potty mouth as her mental health has deteriorated. The kids don’t like it.

When my son was about 18 months old he began to say “oh shit” appropriately, like when he dropped stuff from his high chair. That’s when we realized we needed to clean up our act a bit.

I have never heard my dad say any curse word or swear in any way, shape or form. My Mom would sometimes mouth the word “shit” without saying it aloud.

Yeah my parents swear all the time, dad more than mum, Once when I was younger dad was putting up some Ikea furniture (recipe for disaster) and I had my boyfriend at the time over. He later said to me “That’s the first time I have ever heard someones parents say ‘m*therf*cker’.” My dad had shouted it with a loud bang following (probably the item being made falling over or being thrown). I thought that was pretty funny. I swear infront of my parents occasionally (although never to them!) Sometimes swearing is just a good way to describe things. It doesn’t offend anyone in my family as we dont swear at each other, just around each other occasionally. I enjoy swearing and I like to use language to the full. I wouldn’t swear infront of people I don’t know (without very good cause i.e. injury/death/them swearing at me). I am not offended by people swearing in a general fashion (obviously if it is directed at me in a negative way then I would be, but thats a different story).
I think a good swear at an inanimate object can release anger so so well. No need for violence or getting worked up too much. Just have a good swear at whatever is pissing you off annoying you and you can calm down and go back to trying to fix something/finish something etc.
Basically: I swear at things/situations, never to people, like my father.

No.

Never. I can’t remember hearing my dad swear. He got cross if we swore too. I remember very well the time I said school dinners were crap to him and the consequences of using that word. I swear but I would never swear in front of my father and I don’t swear all the time. I am not particularly offended by swearing but I don’t make it a habit to swear in front of my children. It has happened though.

My father was big on tough and short on smart.He tried to clear the corn chopper without turning off the power. Ran one of his hands through the pulley and belt system. I learned all kinds of words that day.

My father would swear occasionally, but not often. When he did, it was an opening remark, not the complaint.
My Mom wouldn’t say shit if she had a mouth full of it.

When they were dating and during early marriage, my Dad would escort my Mom out of a movie if there was any foul language or nudity, simply out of respect for women.

As for me, I was careful not to swear when my kids were young, though my wife would occasionally let a few foul words fly. Now days, swearing is a descriptive word my grown children are used to hearing me say.

Quite often, but it was done in a “humorous” way most of the time.

Sure, all the time. My mother has a very serious case of road rage. My Dad’s pretty calm.

I never heard my father say s**t or f**k or anything worse than goddammit or son of a bitch.

My parents yes, all the time. I don’t mean daily, but it was not uncommon.

My husband’s parents never.

I just heard a lot of “Jesus, Mary and Joseph!”.

Mom used “fuck” as if it were punctuation.

My parents rarely cursed. I have begun to find it liberating to curse more than I used to. One son curses a fair bit but never in inappropriate settings; the other hardly at all.

Never heard my mother curse, or almost never, but my dad cursed a lot while laughing, talking, joking, or during an occasional angry moment. This behavior of his that I considered gross and undignified kept me from cursing at all until I was divorced. His cursing probably had a lot to do with how distant we were from each other . I am now strangely suspicious of a man who never would curse.

I grew up hearing the absolutely foulest language from my step-father, but very rarely did I hear my Mother swear.

My mom has a serious potty mouth. She swears around the kids, but always follows it with an “oops, I forgot.” It makes me laugh.
My dad never swore when we were kids, but he drops the f-bomb on a semi regular basis now that we’re older. He’s not a compulsive potty mouth, but, he swears.
My paternal grandmother and grandfather both swore. My grandfather swore every other sentence, easily. Usually “sonofabitch” and “goddamnit.”

My mother-in-law never swears. She despises swearing.

I swear like a sailor. :)

My mother only cussed when she was mad at me or my sister. Then she tried to pretend she would never do such a thing.

I can’t really remember my dad cussing. When he was angry he didn’t talk. He used his fists instead.

All the time. Not gratuitously, but they speak their mind without censoring themselves.

Profane words are the only adjectives my husband and his father know. We went to a very religious Christmas display last night at a private home that is opened to the public. We were walking about admiring the lights and displays and I could hear the two of them behind me. I knew it was them without looking when I heard, “Goddamn, look at those fucking lights over the lake. Fucking beautiful. That is one goddamn beautiful nativity. How’d they get that goddamn Baby Jesus to fucking glow like that? Jesus Christ that is pretty.” “Fucking right. Their goddamn electric bill must be through the fucking roof though. Where do people get that kind of goddamn money.”

I shook my head and kept walking.

@bkcunningham Wow. Hahahaha. Was there children around?

My mother’s father was a young lad when he last saw her before going off to war and being killed. He told my mother’s mother that his only request, if he didn’t come back, was that she teach her to swear. He said this amongst his cousins and family. Well, it wasn’t my grandmother who taught her but she was taught.

She could swear in a manner that would make a sailor blush. My father…not so much.

Never in my presence. To the day that my mother died, 6 months ago, she had to spell “shit” out if she wanted to say it. That was progress, however, from her vocabulary around my father while he was alive.

There were children, @JLeslie. It was such a picturesque, Norman Rockwell type scene. Hay rides to the left of me, hot cocoa booth set up to the right. Children waiting for storytime with Mrs. Clause. Then the sounds of profanity mingling with Christmas carols. The two things you can say about the Cunningham men, they have no filter and they were born with a New York Giants’ fan gene unlike any other in the world.

I think that I heard my Mom say “shit”, maybe 3 times in all of my 30-something years.

I still don’t swear in front of my sibs. Although, I did tell my brother once to “fuck off!”.

Yeah, more than occasionally.

@bkcunningham LOL. That is a little much even for me. I find living in the south very few people swear, and people judge those who do. I mean really judge them as bad people. The story you told I would describe as they were maybe innapropriate, being at a church and children present. Most of the time I think cursing can be very funny when used at the right moment, but I think we need to be aware of who is around us. Along those lines I hate when people wear t-shirts with curse words, that sort of thing. I would say in NY, if that is where your husband is from, saying goddamn, Jesus Christ, oh my God, many people don’t even perceive those as curse words. Even if they know taking God’s name in vain is considered wrong.

Neither of my parents swear much, at least not around me. The only times I’ve seen them curse is when there were really, really angry. Never at me mind you. My dad’s were mostly reserved for troubleshooting technology and my mom’s popped out after several problems stacked up on each other. Both delivered a blistering “shit” or “damn it” under such circumstances.

Believe me, they may not have cursed much, but you didn’t want to be around when they did. Their limited use of the words made them unnaturally potent. For her part my mom usually used a comically mild Spanish minced oath which she spat out with such passion as to eliminate any snickers.

To this day if a swear slips out of me because I just can’t help it it’s caramba!. That dangling ! is part of the web address.

When I was growing up, my whole family cussed routinely in front of the children. Not at each other, just in regular speech. My mother says my first word was “shit”, used appropriately. Kids weren’t allowed to cuss, but we weren’t shielded from it at all.

When my kids were young, their father and I never cussed in front of them (except that time a bee stung me on the toe… I did say “shit”). We even had an abnormally long list of ‘bad words’ they weren’t allowed to say, including “butt”, “shut-up”, “that’s stupid” and “crap”. They probably thought we were quite prudish. Little did they know… as they grew older, they discovered I cuss like a fucking sailor!

Hey, all you guys that say you curse like a sailor…I am an actual sailor… what’s your excuse???

I, um, watched a lot of Popeye?

You mean because Popeye said “shit” so much? OK… That’ll do… ;-D

@JilltheTooth I have a feeling you are a different type of sailor.

Yes,, often. My parents have always been ok with my brother and I swearing too as long as we don’t abuse it by swearing at others (in order to cause offense to them).

I cursed at a sailor; does that count for anything?

Yes, I did. Only when they were angry, though (and never at me). When I was younger I wasn’t allowed to swear around them, of course, but as I got older, it became less taboo. Certainly never acceptable to swear at them, but I could say “I’m so sick of this shit” and my mom wouldn’t care. And of course, sometimes my mom would imitate teenage slang she heard from me (hilariously) and say things like “this book is the shit”. :P

My dad wasn’t around after I was 6yrs old, so that rules that bastard out.
I rarely heard my mother swear, even then she would blush & say something like “Dear me, listen to the mouth on me!”
I never swear in front of the kids, it costs too much money…..swearbox penalty!

My parents didn’t curse hardly at all, neither did my grandparents so I’m not sure why I have such fility lazy language.

All the time. It was rarely fueled by malicious intent (and if it was, that was usually directed at the TV or reserved for extremely serious matters)—and it was never directed at us. Usually, it was with good humour, faux outrage, stubbed toes – things like that. My siblings and I were not “allowed” to swear, which I always thought unfair. As we grew older, they gradually stopped caring. We still don’t swear much around my parents but fairly regularly around each other.

I learned all the nuances and vagaries of cursing from my Father at an age so young that I can’t remember any different.

If my dad swore he never did it in front of us or I would bet my mother either. He was a gentleman despite the fact that he was in a real man’s business. My mother never did either, I can’t even imagine her swearing. They were of a different generation. I think one that valued manners and propriety more, they were both born in the early 1900’s. I swear when I feel like it but it is rarely anything more than oh shit! I don’t like the current trend of using fuck and cunt as everyday language. Now there is nothing left when you really want to make an impact. It is all too commonplace.

@rooeytoo you know Shakespeare spoke of country matters

For what it’s worth I’m never at a loss for words. I don’t segregate my language according to it’s vulgarity, so while I use a word like “shit” plenty I’m more likely to use “drek” or “claptrap” when I’m actually denigrating something. I find those words far more stinging.

No, my parents not only did not swear, they also did not use “substitute” words like heck or darn. When emphasis was required, they would simply speak very loud – as in OW, OW, OW or OH NO The closest thing my Mother would say is “Oh, for Heaven’s Sake”.

Both my parents swore like mad. That might explain me lol. With both my parents, I grew up hearing cussing constantly. Seemed so natural, and the only thing that snapped me in line was that I knew you couldn’t swear at school. (not that it had always stopped me…)

With my dad, it was often casual, while my mom swore when she was upset or pissed. but she was always upset and pissed. XD I got to observe different sides of swearing though, what calls on for cussing and in what different situations people use them, and how, starting with my parents. I always found it interesting, and personally I have no problem with it. Still, I don’t swear around little kids lol. That just doesn’t feel right. Even if they will hear and learn them later, there’s something about it that doesn’t sit right.

But yeah, both my parents swore, in French and English. My dad mostly in French. I wonder how he would have fared with Québec’s vast library of unique cussing words lol. My mom was quite fond of the word fuck when we moved to Canada. Kinda like me, haha.

@Symbeline: I remember reading several novels where “tabernac” was considered a really nasty curse word. Possibly French-canadian? Vrai, ou non?

@Symbeline Fuck is the most versatile word ;-)

@Symbeline George Carlin had a nice fuck routine.

@gailcalled C’est vrai, but it belongs to a series of cuss words that are seen as equally nasty. All religion related, I guess a bit like the equivalent of god dammit and the like. But over here it’s considered a lot more severe than god dammit, about the level of saying fuck in English places. And yeah it’s French Canadian; as a cuss word, but it comes from ’‘tabernacle’’, as I’m sure you figured out.
Others are sacrament, osti or câlice. There are plenty of others, but these are the top dogs, both in usage (from my experience) and severity.

@tranquilsea That’s totally true though. While it’s definition most often suggests the act of fornicating, it can mean a lot of things, and applies to so many different situations, whereas a lot of other popular cuss words seem to adhere to specific situations only. I love the word fuck. :)

@Adirondackwannabe I love George Carlin. That’s all. :)

Almost never. When my mother cursed, it was time to run from the room. My father insisted on not cursing around me. If he did, I was to slap him on the hands as hard as I could. Neither actually thought there was anything wrong with cursing, as I later discovered, but they thought it very important not to curse around me. As a result, though, I didn’t curse at all until I was 15 (when I first started using the word “hell” in a non-religious sense). My parents were very surprised when they learned that I wasn’t just doing it behind their backs.

My parents curse pretty regularly, I just swear to myself, mostly in a mute way, as my older sister (20) goes just about bat-slap crazy when I do, and begins a Freudian analysis. My parents are spared from this ‘tude :D I guess she feels a need to protect me…...(from myself?)
Fucking crazy, hee hee.

Oh yeah. You work on a farm, you’re going to get hurt. Cursing helps.