Shut the F Up

Recently I've become painfully aware of my increasingly high tolerance for profanity. I grew up in a Christian home where my mother was wary of letting me listen to anything but contemporary Christian music and soft rock. Once I reached my teens she loosened the reigns a little bit and I was allowed to listen to the secular music station although let's face it I used to listen to it well before then I'd just change the station whenever she entered the room. With the freedom to listen to Satan's music also came relaxed rules when it came to movies. She let me watch Clueless when it first came out which really opened the door wide open to my obsession with designer labels and pop culture in general.

Of course with all of this society acceptable entertainment came some cursing here and there. It has been ingrained in me from birth not to curse or to tolerate cursing. Like even the word damn would be banned in my house and technically I don't think that is a curse word. Anyways, I tried to be cool and pretend not to care or notice when I would hear a bad word but inside it was like a dagger to my soul just as my mother intended. Slowly but surely I became more immune to it and even fantasized about actually saying a bad word myself just to fit in with the other church kids rebelling against their parents by listening to unedited rap and rock albums but I never did. After awhile the only word that still got a rise out of me was the F word because for some reason people deem that the worst one of all. To me shit would be the worse curse word of them all because it's synonymous with feces and I personally believe that people should never be talking about it unless they are explaining a physical issue to their primary care physician.

Fast forward to present day when I will publicly admit to having a favorite curse word and that word is the F word. Notice that I still refrain from typing the full word out simply out of respect for my mother who will never read this because she doesn't know what a blog is. After my breakup with the dreaded ex the reality of life became so harsh I no longer could filter my true feelings about anything. That's when my general acceptance of cursing came full circle. In general I still don't curse very often and most of the time it's still under my breath to myself out of respect to those around me. I also don't ever say God dammit because I don't believe that God should be damned just because I'm having a bad day. Besides I find that most people rely to much on cursing instead of using the vocabulary they spent $40,000 perfecting in college. However when I am in the company of friends that I know appreciate and engage in such realness of speech, I do let the profanity fly and I feel safe. The art of cursing appropriately is quite delicate and hard to balance but I think I've mastered it. The key is to only pull out your favorite profane word when you're feeling very passionate about whatever it is you're responding to and you've planned it for perfect comedic timing. You must always curse sparingly if you choose to curse at all.

It wasn't until going to see a performance of Jersey Boys that I realized how tolerant I'd become of cursing. I took my mom to see the show as a part of her Christmas present because she has been dying to see if for years but neither one of us were prepared for the amount of cursing they had in it. She seemed to flinch a little at times with some of the crude language but she loved the music so much she didn't even seem to care. I on the other hand laughed every time they cursed because they nailed the comedic timing of it and because it no longer phases me. As a side note, if you ever get the opportunity to see this show I highly recommend it. I imagine that when my Christian friends read this they will read me the riot act and say that I am being a bad influence in a medium that is being viewed by a lost world. That isn't entirely untrue as I readily admit to encouraging my fellow fashionistas to go without eating a meal or two before ever passing up the chance to snag a fabulous piece of clothing or a must have accessory that is out of your budget if the Spirit or Rachel Zoe leads you to do so. I don't however believe that it's ruining my witness to others because I'm being honest. I'm not exactly sure how God feels about this nasty little habit that I've acquired but I imagine that if I'm actively doing my best to do whatever it is He's called me to do He'll let a few F bombs slide right?

Today's obsession is this fit and flare strapless bridesmaid dress I just bought from J. Crew as a part of some random promotion they were running this weekend. No I am not going to be in a wedding this summer but I fell in love with the silhouette and the gorgeous color. There are hundreds of ways you could easily style this so I know I will get a lot of wear out of it. Unfortunately it's back ordered until July but given the current Polar Vortex we've been experiencing I don't expect the weather to adequately warm up until around then. Also, the description of it online says it twirls quite nicely on the dance floor and if you know me at all you know that I've never met a dance floor that I didn't like.