Many years ago, my daughter (maybe six at the time), lost something semi-important to her, I don't recall what. I think it might have been her username / pictorial password card for her school network account. Anyway, we were looking for it, and she said "Dad, dad, I don't know where it is, I feel like I'm going to say a bad word".
I, having just read an article like this, said "That's ok, sometimes saying a bad word can help you process your emotions and feel less stressed. Do you want to go down to the basement where nobody can hear you, and say the bad word?"
"Yes". She goes down the stairs, I close the door, and she yells at the top of her lungs: "I can't fucking find it!". I managed not to laugh, she comes back up, "Do you feel better?" "Yes." Great moments in parenting. :-) (We did eventually find whatever it was.)
To think, you could've taken that opportunity to point out to her that saying the bad word didn't actually help her find it. Or you could've told her immediately that you heard her through the door because she yelled. Instead, you raised a casual swearer who's unaware of her surroundings. I hope nobody ever has to live in an apartment next to her.
It's comments like this that really make participating on this forum not fun.
It's a cute story. Fuck is just a word. They aren't going to grow up to be a bad person because they said it as a kid, and it's wild to say stuff like this to someone when you have literally no other context about their life or upbringing.
Your weird negativity to a stranger and implying they aren't doing a good job parenting based on them sharing a couple sentence long story is, in my opinion, a worse character trait than saying fuck every now and again. You have 0 idea what kind of kid they are raising.
I have a pretty amazing t-shirt that says "Fuck you" all over. I believe it is available in a hoodie version, too. I do not mind wearing it to the doctor's office either. Even though they may not speak English, everyone knows what "Fuck you" means.
No, but it did teach her you can't just blurt out words like that, teaching self-control. In theory anyway. And she was aware of it - the fact she removed herself etc taught her not to be a casual swearer.
The trick isn't to hide them from bad words - no matter how much censorship you apply to TV, film, youtube, whatever they will learn them. But it's to teach them when to (not) use them. If done right, they'll know they shouldn't just casually use it.
> you could've taken that opportunity to point out
Let the kids make some "mistakes", and let them think they got away with it. It gives them the some agency, it encourages them to explore and push boundaries, as long as you're there to make sure they don't cross a line they can't come back from. Light swearing is not where you need to draw that line.
It’s bold of you to critique someone else’s parenting when it’s clearly your own parents who raised the sanctimonious little cunt (not a curse, just an observation) in this conversation.
That word has a literal meaning, and it does not apply to me, nor would it fit in the context of your comment. You used it in the derogatory manner of a curse word. You can't just say "not a curse" to make a curse word not be a curse word.
Thanks for demonstrating the level of critical thinking you operate with as someone who likes to curse, though. Attempting to frame an insult as an objective reality (and at the same time insulting two other people on the basis of one internet comment) is surely less self-righteous than what I said.
I mean, if there is a pattern of her going to the basement to yell whenever, then yeah, it would indeed be bad parenting, and I would not want to live next to her either when she becomes an adult. :D As long as it was a one time thing, sure, but if she was conditioned to believe it was "the right way to swear", then nah.
That said, I could not give a fuck about who swears and who does not swear, but I do give a damn about volume.
(Says the guy who is going to get married to a Latina soon.)
I, having just read an article like this, said "That's ok, sometimes saying a bad word can help you process your emotions and feel less stressed. Do you want to go down to the basement where nobody can hear you, and say the bad word?"
"Yes". She goes down the stairs, I close the door, and she yells at the top of her lungs: "I can't fucking find it!". I managed not to laugh, she comes back up, "Do you feel better?" "Yes." Great moments in parenting. :-) (We did eventually find whatever it was.)