A column on the Washington Post website by a woman with multiple sclerosis says that cursing is a way to a better life.
She talks about saying, “F#@% you” as an introduction to a group of people with disabilities at a conference. People laughed and smiled and replied, “F&^% you, too.”
If I were to curse, it would be to say, What the fu…”
I get many of her issues — lack of control, sadness over her failing body.
But if someone I wasn’t very close with greeted me by cursing me, I wouldn’t smile.
She admits that “some can’t relate, [but] others understand.” I understand her argument — that breaking the rules is a celebration of life — I just don’t find it particularly engaging.
There is an episode in Joan of Arcadia, when her brother who is in a chair is encouraged to shoplift by a sales clerk just because he is in a chair. He starts stealing regularly, daring people to confront him. Finally, his little brother does.
Rules are rules. Break them if you want. I don’t care if you curse. Just don’t use your disability as an excuse.
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