Sidebar: when in soi-disant “adult” company, I do sometimes become a wee tad irritated by neo-Victorian Bowdlerizers who define anything that offends their po’ widdle feewings as “cussing.” *meh* It’s my curse just barely more than literate. . . unlike the neo-Victorian Bowdlerizers who are almost universally very nearly illiterate.
N.B. Sometimes a vulgar term is the best term to describe something/someone. Just sayin’.
I occasionally try to help people understand the difference between vulgarity, obscenity, and profanity. It seems to me that the only people that understand the distinction are those for whom English is a second language.
I try to avoid all three forms of corrupt communication, but an occasional vulgarity doesn’t offend me so much. The other two I object to, sometimes quite strongly.
I, too, try to avoid all three, but every now and then, someone who lies to my face justly earns vulgar condemnation (though references to their mother have never gone beyond,”Does your mother know you lie like this?”)
I like the question “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”.
Yep. Good variant.