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I’m allergic to people who willingly and without irony use the term ‘potty mouth’ in adult conversation. The notion that a word like fuck can make your brain curl up and cry like a toddler is so pathetically disturbing that it makes my skin crawl. It has the plastic smell of a barbie playhouse and the repressed insecurities of casual friday khakis.

You can do these things. You may well find them useful. You may well consider them essential to satisfy your own desires. But when you do these things, you are assuming responsibility for any adverse effects caused by them, now or in the future.