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The Anatomy of Swearing

Please be warned: this article is peppered…no…imbued with barely concealed profanity and vulgarity. Those of a sensitive disposition…please go elsewhere.

Swearing is one of those things that is encoded in our genes. It’s been here since the dawn of man. You can bet that Caveman Bo cursed the first time he accidentally kicked his foot against a rock. Of course swearing covers a whole lot more than just that, but that’s the bit that is really interesting for me. By that, I mean the act of saying “s**t!”, or any of the other choice words we might use when stuff goes wrong (or right even). Why use that word? Why not “daisy!” or “flower!” or “Lord love a duck!” (read that one in a P. G. Wodehouse book). What’s so special about the curse word in a particular scenario? What would happen if you yelled out “frog!” instead? What are the psychological implications? Does it even matter what word you use? Why are there curse words anyway?

Profanity stems from the word “profane”, which basically means something that is outside of the church. So, something profane back in the day would be something that was not allowed in the church. The church had a prominent role in civilized society back then (and now still?); so, a lot of what was considered as profanity at the time was anything that was offensive to religion (Christianity) e.g. blasphemy, taking the Lord’s name in vain…that sort of thing. As time went on, I suppose this gradually changed to mean anything that was not accepted as “decent”.

People cursed back then, as they do now, for a variety of reasons. There is cursing to abuse (f**king idiot); cursing as a response to some event (s**t, my husband came home early); cursing to add emphasis (that’s f**ing fantastic); cursing to attack (think “Charmed” and the Power of Three…and I didn’t watch the show, honest). Shakespeare was hugely popular at least to some extent because he had a dirty mouth. Almost all of his original works contain significant amounts of profanity…particularly of the religious kind. He took stuff that was sacred and violated it in clever ways. That is the way it was. Anything religious was fair game. Think of the word “bloody”…as in “that’s bloody great”, for instance. This word tracks back to the crucifixion of Christ. As you can imagine, swearing on Christ’s Blood was hugely offensive…so naturally people thought it would be a great way to express themselves.

All of this foul-mouthedness was concentrated around certain subjects. These include Religion (the original), Sexuality (the most fun), Race and other Human characteristics (the most offensive in present society). In the olden days, Religious “swears” where the absolute worst, because they were in defiance of God. It meant you were going to hell (this seemed to be what the people wanted, ‘cos most of them cursed anyway). However, we are seeing a shift now, and swears that are abusive to people are now regarded with much more negative sentiment. It’s probably a reflection, in some ways, of how much more secular society is becoming.

In any case, words like the aforementioned “bloody” no longer pack the punch they used to. That particular word, like some others, seems to have run out of steam sometime in the last century. This happens as times change; society evolves, people discover new things. However, some curse words have been around for ages, and they are still going strong. Ass and f**k both date back to the 16th Century. G. D. (can’t write this out properly on paper…still scared of going to Hell) follows closely. Heck, even b*tch was used back in 1400 (“a malicious, spiteful, promiscuous, or otherwise despicable woman”).

Staying power in some cases has much to do with the subject matter the curse word references. The human derriere seems to be an interesting subject for an alarming amount of people. And sex…well, ditto. Thus, such words have been supplying pain, ridicule and humor across the ages…and they are not about to stop now.

We are cursing more than ever today in response to…life. Adulthood is often marked by being able to curse without being berated by a teacher at school (which is why kids at 10 are adults in New York). For young ones, it’s another thing that adults do that they can as well. In groups or at work, it takes on another dimension. I remember working in a supermarket and feeling really left out because I couldn’t go in the smoking room when others (including the boss) did. I believed “deals” were brokered in there. And I’m not just being bitter about being passed on for a promotion for a guy who knew nothing, simply because he smoked with the managers. I’m not bitter at all. I did spend quite a while learning to smoke, sure that it would come in handy as a social tool…only to end up employed at a company where no one smokes. No one.

Still, being able to curse around people often implies a level of comfort. It’s almost akin to letting your hair down. Take a load off, pull up a chair, say s**t. It’s a way of identifying with the group. So, yes, it could mean a promotion is easier to come by if the boss “identifies” more with you than someone else. It could also be a badge that says you belong.

There’s guilt attached to it for some people. I use the term “heck” quite a bit in my writing…which is just a pseudo for Hell. Pseudos are a useful way to swear without really swearing. People come up with…interesting replacements. Shite or shoot for sh*t, darn for damn, BS for Bulls**t. There are those that think this sort of thing is pointless. They say “if you are going to curse, just do it already. Don’t cover it up. God knows what you were really trying to say. You are going to hell anyway”. Might as well go the distance. In some cases, the pseudo does actually end up being as bad as the original. Crap was a pseudo for s**t when it first came out…now it’s regarded almost the same.

But when it really comes down to it, nothing really beats a proper swear word to deliver the message clearly. Saying shite just isn’t as powerful as the real thing. Stuck in traffic and late for a flight; work project going all wrong; a major fight with your partner; money invested with Bernie Madoff…all of these seem to call for powerful expletives. Some studies have shown that cursing can increase endurance. It seems that humans are wired to swear, at least in such situations. The urge to swear in those circumstances comes from a primitive part of the brain…it’s instinctive. It might be somehow tied to emotions, thus the reason why it might help to reduce pain as well as just letting off steam.

It is so because, psychologically, it is a way of…de-stressing. To put it simply, it’s better for Tommy to swear loudly than for him to stab someone. Tommy has an idea what a curse means. This idea is shaped by perception of the word and the context of the application. When applied in the appropriate context, it’s sort of like therapy. The word, once uttered, triggers the appropriate response that means, you know, release of some sort.

So, it’s not just the act of voicing a word that implies anger, frustration, excitement etc. It’s actually THAT word in particular. This is why pseudos just don’t cut when it hits the fan. S**t wouldn’t be s**t if it was s**t, you see?

The other thing that was found (which might be a bummer for you folks that swear every time you trip over yourself) is that swearing seemed to help to dull the perception of pain in some groups more than others e.g. women more than men. They believe that this because men tend to swear more often than women, so the words aren’t just as effective. They have reduced punch because they are common place.

So swear (more when you slam your finger in the door, than when you lose a one dollar bet) and it could help you. Over do it and it loses it’s potency. Anything done in moderation…

All in all, as long as you don’t do it every two minutes, it would seem that it might not be such a bad thing.

The whole thing has one thinking though…could regular words we know today become curse words in future? Maybe a hundred years from now, someone will yell “fish!” when their toes are stepped on.

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The Reference System (Part 2)

At age 5, Junior gets scolded by a stranger in a black hat (we’ll leave out the part where he nearly breaks the guy’s windscreen with his football – and I mean soccer). Perhaps the man has had a bad day, or maybe he’s just an angry, grumpy, fun-hating killjoy (which is well within his rights, you know). In any case, his reaction is overblown. That reference is stored. So JR instinctively dislikes his P.E. teacher at age 13, since the teacher looks similar to the other guy…and also wears a hat. JR doesn’t make the connection; he just knows that something about the guy bugs him. Added to this mix is the fact that this teacher also happens to be a bit of a disciplinarian. That just reinforces it. Soon, he finds that he “distrusts” men of that description who wear hats – uncommon, I know…work with me – because they are just…you know…dodgy. He carries this into adulthood, and it impacts the relationships he develops, and his attitude to his boss, perhaps negatively. All of this would be traceable back to that one incident when he was a child. This sort of thing happens…to all of us.

What’s a tad bit worrying is that, without looking closely, you have no control of the process. It’s automatic. The brain cannot afford to be finicky. It’s trying to protect you. Back in the old days (think cavemen) the brain worked to keep you alive so you wouldn’t become lunch for the sabre-toothed tiger that was lurking around. These days, there are many other things for the brain to protect you from; embarassment, sadness, unhappiness, worthlessness, loneliness…the list goes on and on, and depends on the sort of person you have “become”. These things are treated with the same disdain as death used to be (even more, in some cases. I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to die when I was in secondary school…usually in situations involving members of the opposite sex. I digress. Sorry…”bad” memories being stirred up). Usually, things that threaten your happiness, and I use that term loosely, are to be avoided. One would think therefore that the brain would disregard anything that would create such negative feelings. Alas, importance often trumps negativity. All this stuff is “extremely” important. Only being able to stutter and break out into full blush when a bunch of giggly girls call your name at school is important (never happened to me…really!). The brain reacts accordingly, perhaps with feelings of worthlessness or sadness, as the situation “demands”. Whatever lack of confidence you might feel in such a situation is only reinforced…that little “box” of sad things in your mind gets another entry.

Soon, these boxes start to determine your state of mind. Your control is limited. Your brain has it filed away that if your parents think you suck at something, then the greatest possibility is that you do suck. Nevermind how old you were or the objective situation at the time. This box of suckiness has all the appropriate reactions linked with it. When something happens that triggers it, the brain produces the related response…inadequacy (I am such a wuss), anger (why does she have to be such a ** anyway?!) etc. Heck, if it rains or is cloudy, that’s usually an item for the “Sad Things” box. It’s the darn box!

Your brain might be running you. Yes, you! It’s like the computer VICKI in Will Smith’s IRobot (decent movie, in my opinion…aside from Will Smith’s dodgy hat). It will do what it thinks is best to protect you, regardless of the damage it does. It will run your life, completely on auto-pilot. You wake up in the morning, go about your everyday activities, all according to the reactions your brain sets out for you. Almost every situation you encounter already has a pre-defined box and reaction in your memory. The ability to look at things anew is mostly lost.

The answer: Pay attention. Watch how you respond to events in life. You can be there to catch the conditioned action your brain throws out at you. You don’t have to accept it. You can try something different. You can examine the boxes. You can empty those that are detrimental to you, then start again. You can gradually take control of the ship again.

I mean, is it really the end of the world if some people made fun of me at school? Does that make me worthless? Do I need to hunt them down and make them pay for destroying my self-esteem? Arrgh!! No. I don’t. I’ll simply re-examine that box and change my reaction. I’ll try to choose my own perspective. I’ll decide my response. I’ll fail at first, but then I’ll keep going until I get it right.

In the meantime though, it might be better if those people stay out of my way…just in case. I’m trying here.

Till next time.

The Reference System (Part 1)

Your Brain is a fantastic piece of craftsmanship. God was on top form when it was conceived. It’s the most complex computer that exists. Its ability to process and store information couldn’t be contested by the most advanced computers (today, or in the forseable future). It’s so advanced, it seems, that it needs no real help from “You” to run your life. It issues reactions to events in your environment by reaching into its vast memory, going through all kinds of calculations, then producing the best action.

How does it determine the best action? The results can seem complex; but the way most of the reactions are determined is quite simple. It starts from when you are a baby. We are all built differently. Some of us are more inclined towards adventure while others are more subtle in their approach to life. A hormone thing, I guess; or maybe genes. Either way, even in babies, some of these traits are already discernable. Babies are extremely selfish, as you might have noticed. They want what they want, and they want it now. They have a very effective mechanism for “reacting” once they don’t get it: Cry…cry…cry. It generally works, and parents fall in line. The child knows no better. The parents must provide for it and make it as comfortable as they can.

These “wants”, in very early stages, are usually related to the basics…feeding and comfort…which is fine. As they grow older, babies try to impose their wants on everyone else. Parents are then faced with the daunting task of educating the child. They must show the child the difference between “Right” and “Wrong” (all relative, of course). They must show the child his/her limits. A line must be drawn. “No Junior, you can’t swallow stones” or “it’s wrong to sit on your baby brother”. Thus, the child starts to learn about life.

Your brain is already fully at work all this time; it’s Grand Purpose…Self Preservation. It needs to keep you alive. To do that, it must make sure that you are equipped to handle the world around you. It takes in everything and tries to breakdown all it stores into categories and groups. Good, Bad, Likes, Dislikes. Basically, it creates boxes and labels them; then organizes events, circumstances, objects into these boxes. It also has reactive behaviours stored in connection with these boxes.

As these boxes and their contents increase, we have more and more defined reactions to life. Long after the incidents that cause the addition of objects to boxes, the references remain. Result? our attitudes towards certain things are formed. We don’t truly remember why, whether the reason is valid or not. We just accept that “I like that sort of person” or “This makes me uneasy”. Or course there are loads of situations that we react to, based on intuition etc. The point is that there are also loads that we have no input whatsoever into how the brain has chosen its reaction, at least not anymore.

A fix…re-examine our attitudes to the things in our lives; especially those that cause us discomfort.

I’ll explore this some more next time…