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Bring It OnI had something totally different in mind for this post. (Sorry MLK Jr. â someone else will have to talk about the state of racial equality in America today. Pretty sure itâs covered, dude.)
Today at the Roller Rink
Something that happened this afternoon got me thinking about the fundamental difference between âthou shaltâ and âthou shouldstâ.
We took the girls to a birthday party being held for a five-year-old cousin at a local roller skating rink. The parties (there were four being held simultaneously) were supposed to start at 2 pm and the rink owners had no intention of letting anybody into the rink even a moment beforehand. It was also very cold here in Dreary Erie today.
The net result of all this was that about three dozen annoyed parents and their little kids were crammed into a small entry foyer at 1:55 pm waiting for the rink to open.
One of the parents whose kid was having a birthday party (not our group) went up to the window to talk to the owner about something. I was too far away to hear the conversation, but the parent was obviously ticked off as a result. Pushing back through the crowd, he said loudly, âthat guy is a fucking assholeâ.
Now, Iâm a big fan of the F word. I love it. I use it daily, if only in my head. It fills a niche where no other word could ever fit. Itâs also quite possibly the most versatile word in the English language.
âFuckâ conveys, through subtle inflection, the entire range of human emotion. Anger: Fuck You! Bemusement: Fuuuuuck!?! Agreement: Fuckinâ A, Dude! Disbelief: What the Fuck? Disgust: What. The. Fuck. Amusement: Fuh-huh-huck! Horror: Oh. Fuck. Panic: Fuck Me. Passion: Fuck me. Excitement: Oh My Fucking God! Despair: Oh, Fuck. Emphasis: I Mean FuckâŠ
That said, itâs also not a word that I use around my kids. And itâs certainly not a word that I want for my three-year-old add to her vocabulary just yet.
So anyway, some guy at the roller rink is acting like an obnoxious dipshit in front of a group of little children. Obviously not what the majority there wanted. So whatâs the answer?
This is where the difference between âthou shaltâ and âthou shouldstâ comes into play.
What could we do? We could pressure the owner into adding a âno obscenityâ rule. Kick the guy out. Ban him for life. Sorry Jack â hit the street â no refunds, no returns. Thou shalt not say âfuckâ.
Or, we could take it a step further. Send angry letters to the town council. Pass an ordinance. Levy a fine. Throw his ass in the klink. Thou shalt not say âfuckâ.
Hell, we could take it even further than that. We could beat our breasts crying, âProtect the Children â Amend the Constitutionâ. Thou shalt not say âfuckâ.
On the other hand, we could take the âthou shouldstâ approach â which is exactly what someone in the crowd did. âWatch your mouth â there are little kids hereâ. End of story. The guy wasnât happy, but he didnât say anything else offensive, either. He already knew better â someone just had to remind him.
If weâd been in a bar the situation would have been different. Thereâs no law to say that I couldnât take my kids there, though I shouldnât and never would. But if I did, Iâd have no right to yell at the guy for cursing. Different environment; different social norm.
One size does not fit all.
The Big Picture
Every few years now, some genius in Congress has had the brilliant idea that the Internet needs to be censored in the name of decency and/or protecting children. News flash: it ainât gonna work. Trying to do so will inflict harm and waste a buttload of money. Child pornography is evil and despicable. And itâs already illegal â no new legislation necessary. If you know where to find the scumbags publishing it, nail them to the fucking wall. Period. It ainât rocket science.
Regarding for the garden variety âbad stuffâ on the Web: as a parent, itâs my right and responsibility to protect my children from exposure to images or ideas that are likely to harm, corrupt or traumatize them. My right. My responsibility. Not the federal governmentâs. (For Christâs sake, if you feel the need for the government intervene on behalf of children, push to fund something like WIC, Head Start, or school lunches.)
The ability to self-censor exists in every television now being produced. Itâs been that way for years. Chances are excellent that itâs in the TV already in your home. Likewise, software is available for free, or a very low cost, to self-censor Internet access. When my kids are older, Iâll enable it.
Far more importantly, though, I make a point of knowing (and limiting) what my kids are watching on television â and when theyâre old enough to start Web-surfing, Iâll also make a point of knowing where theyâre surfing, what theyâre downloading and who theyâre talking to. Thatâs my right, my responsibility. Not the federal governmentâs.
I suspect that the âsave the childrenâ line is a grade A load of crap, anyway. Itâs more a matter of âthe social norms ainât what I believe they ought to be. Quick, Jethro, we better legislate!â
More âshouldstâ. Less âshaltâ. I mean fuckâŠ
Tags: internet censorship, self-censorship, social norms, fuck, profanity, first amendment, freedom of speech