{"id":4651,"date":"2016-01-17T04:00:59","date_gmt":"2016-01-17T12:00:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/?p=4651"},"modified":"2016-01-16T20:46:44","modified_gmt":"2016-01-17T04:46:44","slug":"i-need-to-swear-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/writing\/i-need-to-swear-more\/","title":{"rendered":"I Need to Swear More."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/donald-duck-531st_bombardment_squadron_-_emblem\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-4657\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"4657\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/writing\/i-need-to-swear-more\/attachment\/donald-duck-531st_bombardment_squadron_-_emblem\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/Donald-Duck-531st_Bombardment_Squadron_-_Emblem.png?fit=300%2C332&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"300,332\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;0&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Donald Duck, 531st_Bombardment_Squadron_-_Emblem\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/Donald-Duck-531st_Bombardment_Squadron_-_Emblem.png?fit=300%2C332&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4657\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/Donald-Duck-531st_Bombardment_Squadron_-_Emblem.png?resize=300%2C332\" alt=\"Donald Duck, 531st_Bombardment_Squadron_-_Emblem\" width=\"300\" height=\"332\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/Donald-Duck-531st_Bombardment_Squadron_-_Emblem.png?w=300&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/01\/Donald-Duck-531st_Bombardment_Squadron_-_Emblem.png?resize=271%2C300&amp;ssl=1 271w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>When I was growing up in the post-World War Two era, my mom and dad swore as much as the next guy and gal. They said &#8220;damn&#8221; and &#8220;hell&#8221; and the occasional &#8220;damn it all to hell.&#8221; Never &#8220;sh*t&#8221; or &#8220;f***,&#8221; at least not in my presence. My dad had a particular aversion to &#8220;sh*t.&#8221; It was way too graphic for his taste.<\/p>\n<p>His sensitivity seems strange to me now, especially since he worked in a rough and tumble logging camp after he left home at the age of fifteen. Later he fought the Nazis in North Africa, Italy, France, and Germany. He must have heard lots of cursing there. But times were different.<\/p>\n<p>Dad was an easygoing guy with a relaxed way of swearing. Mom put more punch into her four-letter-words. If she stubbed her toe or broke a glass, there was real power behind her &#8220;damn&#8221; or &#8220;hell.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Then as now, children, especially girls, were expected to steer clear of profanity. When I left home, I could have started swearing, I suppose, but I didn&#8217;t. Somehow it didn&#8217;t occur to me. Now I&#8217;m wondering if that was a mistake. According to a recent article in The Atlantic, cursing has multiple benefits.<\/p>\n<p>Stephanie Hayes, who wrote &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.theatlantic.com\/magazine\/archive\/2016\/01\/a-strategic-guide-to-swearing\/419106\/\">Curses! How to get ahead by swearing,<\/a>&#8221; cited nine different studies. It turns out that some of us should swear more often. Here&#8217;s why:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Taboo words do a better job of communicating emotional information than ordinary words. And they do it without involving fists or fingernails.<\/li>\n<li>Cursing helps you tolerate pain. In one study, participants were able to keep their hands in icy water 40 seconds longer when they used a strong swear word or two. (This doesn&#8217;t work very well on people who swear all the time. I guess profane words lose their power from overuse.)<\/li>\n<li>Swearing in the factory or office can help build a sense of solidarity, although it may hurt your chances of getting a promotion since it gives the impression of being less competent.<\/li>\n<li>Swearing makes your words more persuasive. Juries and voters are more easily swayed by someone using mild expletives than by someone using none at all. (Note the applause when Bernie Sanders said in a debate, &#8220;The American people are sick and tired of hearing about <a href=\"http:\/\/www.huffingtonpost.com\/entry\/bernie-sanders-hillary-clinton-emails_561db703e4b028dd7ea5ada3\">your damn emails<\/a>.&#8221;) On the other hand, if the audience is already inclined to dislike you, a curse will be off-putting.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>I take two lessons from these studies. First, if I hit my finger with a hammer, I definitely should swear. And second, if I want the characters in my next novel to be persuasive and to communicate emotional information effectively, I should allow them to utter a few obscenities.<\/p>\n<p>What do you think? Do you swear? Do you swear effectively?<\/p>\n<p>Did you see <em>The Wolf of Wall Street?<\/em> I understand there were <a href=\"http:\/\/www.metro.us\/entertainment\/the-wolf-of-wall-street-almost-has-the-most-f-words-in-a-movie\/tmWnal---adr4Y4cxyN\/\">544 f-words in that movie<\/a>. (Someone counted.) I&#8217;m guessing the researchers mentioned above wouldn&#8217;t give that two thumbs up.<a href=\"http:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/writing\/187\/attachment\/my-signature\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-443\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"443\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/writing\/187\/attachment\/my-signature\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/my-signature.png?fit=189%2C62&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"189,62\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"my signature\" data-image-description=\"&lt;p&gt;my signature&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/my-signature.png?fit=189%2C62&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-443\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/my-signature.png?resize=189%2C62\" alt=\"my signature\" width=\"189\" height=\"62\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I was growing up in the post-World War Two era, my mom and dad swore as much as the next guy and gal. They said &#8220;damn&#8221; and &#8220;hell&#8221; and the occasional &#8220;damn it all to hell.&#8221; Never &#8220;sh*t&#8221; or &#8220;f***,&#8221; at least not in my presence. My dad had a particular aversion to &#8220;sh*t.&#8221; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[155,4],"tags":[1136,1132,1133,1134,1137,1135,1131],"class_list":["post-4651","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-family","category-writing","tag-cursing-helps-tolerate-pain","tag-damn","tag-hell","tag-stephanie-hayes","tag-swearing-makes-words-more-persuasive","tag-taboo-words-effectively-communicate-emotions","tag-the-benefits-of-swearing"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3Kn1e-1d1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1302,"url":"https:\/\/nickichenwrites.com\/wordpress\/war\/a-certain-kind-of-soldier\/","url_meta":{"origin":4651,"position":0},"title":"A Certain Kind of Soldier","author":"Nicki Chen","date":"March 30, 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Two veterans of WWII. 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