Oh, The Profanity
I grew up in a cuss free home. I never heard either of my parents swear even once. (I did hear my mom say crap once. It was in reference to Redbook magazine. She didn't like it.) I never heard my siblings swear. (My sister once called me "toilet face" but I don't think that counts). My dad was very uncomfortable with any words that could be considered "dirty". We didn't say butt, we said bottom or maybe behind. We didn't say pee, we said wet. We didn't say poop, we said (wait for it) stinky. It was an atmosphere of pristine audio hygiene. (The one exception to this was me at age three, after discovering my Cracker Jack prize in the trash but that's a story for a different day) My lack of exposure to colorful language extended beyond just my family. Starting in the first grade and all the way through high school, I attended a small, Christian school that was sponsored by our church. This was an environment where saying, "T...