Thursday, January 18, 2018

Watch Your Language

Living in Utah for two and a half years now, I think I'm qualified to say that this is the most puritanical place I have ever lived... ever been, really. It's so damn wholesome, at least on the surface, it kind of makes me gag. Everything is geared toward kids and having kids, or religion and recruiting for said religion. It's absurd. There are few things to do here if you're an adult who enjoys adult things, like drinking and museums that're not about Mormon pioneers.

But the most annoying thing, their language. Nobody says fuck, or even damn. Like, ever. Ever. No, they say freak and darn. They don't say "what the fuck?!" They say, "what the freak?!" And somehow, this watered down language has infected me. I've caught the prudish language virus and it's rewiring my brain to be more respectable. I've begun saying freak, instead of fuck. It's pretty damn annoying and Matt has noticed. So, now, every time I say freak he shames me. Which is kind of pissing me off, actually.

No, it's really, really pissing me off. At first, it was only once in a while, but now every time he hears me say freak, rather than fuck, he makes a comment. Yesterday, he said, "you'll feel better if you just let it out," and it took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about. I told him to shut the fuck up because more than his poking at my vocabulary, I'm upset that I've allowed it to happen. I don't want to be a linguistic sheep. I want to be who I am, but hearing people say freak and darn has somehow invaded my language.

I understand dialects. I understand regional colloquial language. I understand how language patterns can change over time and with exposure. When I moved to the south I swore I wouldn't ever say "y'all" and I say it all the time now. I say it without even noticing. I type it in text, use it on social media, and even in blog posts.  And, even though we don't live in Texas anymore, I still say it. It's become a staple in my vocabulary. I do not want freak and darn to become staples in my vocabulary.

I will not submit to this facet of the culture I've been thrust into. I just won't. So, on that note, here's what I'm currently working on to make myself feel a little bit more, well, like myself. It's from Subversive Cross Stitch and is a reminder I need every single day, both because of my anxiety and because of my issues with the soft language I seem to be picking up against my will...

Yes, there's a link up there for the pattern. No, it's not a paid link or endorsement. I just like the product, okay?! Glad we got that settled.


  1. I love how you started your cross stitch project with the F-bomb. :P If you need other relaxing activities that will get you back to your happily-swearing-self, my friend Jen Meyers publishes some awesome adult coloring books: Studies show that people who swear are more honest and have higher don't give up your first language!

    1. I don't have a very long attention span, so it's taking me forever to finish this little cross stitch, but I'm almost done! Everything's done except the little colorful flowers. The thought of trying to count the stitches for those suckers has me putting it off.

      I am so going to check out those coloring books! I have a couple of curse word adult coloring books and I absolutely love them! Thanks for sharing the link, Jodi!!

  2. Hello! I found you from awesome dice pictures on Instagram.

    This post is insanely funny and really captures how it feels to live in Utah. I LOVE THIS! Favorite line: "I will not be a linguistic sheep."

    1. Hi, Rachel!! I also love your Instagram. So many pretty dice pictures!! I'm almost done with that cross-stitch. Just a few little flowers and I'll be able able to frame it and put it in my office where I need this reminder pretty much every day. :)