It was no use pretending I don’t use Sailor talk. I am a Sailor. Okay, I’ve never actually sailed the seven seas, or any seas, but I was in the Navy for 20 years and worked with thousands of Sailors.
I also come from a household that would put Ricky Bobby’s family to shame moreover, Midge Maisel’s mother would most likely disown me if I was her daughter. You must watch The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel to understand but in case you haven’t yet, watch this snippet. I use to pray, “God please help me stop cussing and cleanse my mouth” and for a long period of time I didn’t. Not much anyway except when I was mad, or reacting to the anguishing sensation of a stubbed toe, or when I just wanted to express myself.
For some reason the Sailor talk has returned. I try to control it depending on the company I’m in. I understand some people believe this talk is for the uneducated and substitutes the lack of knowledge of appropriate words, but I disagree.
Here’s an example,
“I think cussing may be an auspicious way to express one self and I don’t give a damn who agrees.”
I know what some of you are thinking, “damn isn’t that bad of a word”. Of course I agree! But we need to ease into this, you know?
Anyway, Sailor talk is fine with me.