Profanity or purple prose…

Here are a few Of the unpleasant’st words That ever blotted paper. — Shakespeare The Merchant of Venice Julius Caesar said, “Good words are better than bad strokes,”…

Here are a few Of the unpleasant’st words That ever blotted paper. — Shakespeare The Merchant of Venice Julius Caesar said, “Good words are better than bad strokes,” but nothing was said about bad words and good strokes. What really are bad words though? A while ago I was drawn into a discussion about this whole profanity issue, ergo, bad words, bad language and where the whole thing started.

I was informed that it was because the slaves, our forefathers, would use certain words that the masters could not understand. These words were then deemed profane, indecent and punishable by whipping. That changed a bit as time progressed, but you could still be fined the tidy sum of 40 shillings for use of bad words. Hence the term 40-shilling word. If I’m not mistaken that law is still on the books.

Well, the law is an ass, it has been said, but the law is still the law and must be upheld until it’s changed. Still I have to wonder what harm a few expletives really do. We’ll find out more right after these comments about my take on ‘Better at it’. Tony, Again, you are spot on with your analyses of women being better at cheating than men.

Various factors contribute to this, one being the shame affixed to a woman who cheats, versus the praise given to a man who does. If exposed she is tarred and feathered, or used to be, while the man is praised as a virile Lothario, a Don Juan, a village ram. Society makes her secretive to protect herself, so she better be good at it. Princess Teerob, You got that right. I have cheated on my husband more than once and felt guilt and remorse after.

I did it out of frustration and anger, but he never knew what I did. I was very good at covering my tracks. Angela One word cannot be both bad and good. For example, ‘My pussy walks across the road with feline grace, until she’s pursued by the giant cock that escaped from the hen house because the farmer was chasing him to chop his head off for dinner. The ass watched malevolently, while the bitch tried to protect her pups from the commotion.