Anyone who objects to the word “shit” is a prissy, blue-nosed Neo-Victorian shithead.
That is all. For now.
"In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance."
I don’t care for the word, but there are times when it expresses what you want to say better than any other word, and isn’t that the purpose of language?
As a dear old saint (long since passed to her reward) once told me of her upbringing, “I grew up on a farm. we were always stepping in shit, shoveling it, using it for fertilizer and more, so I don’t have a problem with it.”
And I always wondered, but never asked, how some neighbors we once had viewed all the negative talk about the word, since they were named after an ancestor with good bowel movements. Yep. Their name was “Shatwell.”
BTW, there are some forms of which I am particularly fond. Horse shit, for example, is (usually, unless a horse is ill) the sweetest smelling stuff imaginable. Love that “green grass” aroma.
Just sayin’. 😉