I’ve done a bit of traveling around parts of the United States and have noticed a troubling trend. Maybe it’s just because I’m getting older and don’t understand the younger generation, but I don’t think that is the case. Because what I have noticed does not affect just the younger people. It has even found its way into the population we think of as older, bolder, and more conservative.
I think it’s come on slowly, but it really hit home with me not long ago when I witnessed it up close and personal. I’ve been guilty of that of which I’m pointing out, but I’ve tried really hard not to allow it to occur (even though I know it has from time to time).
What am I talking about?, you ask. Language. Or, more specifically the words in the language we use on a daily basis.
When I was a kid (kind of hard to believe I was ever a youngster, but stranger things have occurred) it was only young men who were trying to act tough, the salty sailors of the sea, and occasionally dad when he was really pissed off that threw around that kind of language. Nowadays, it’s everywhere. Of course it is. It’s language.
Not that kind of language. I’m talking specifically of the F-Bomb that has become so prevalent in its usage. I hear it while standing in line at a grocery store. I hear young men, old men, and men in between liberally sprinkling it throughout their conversations. I hear young women, middle aged women, and grandmas using the word. It has become so commonplace that it has lost its shock value.
What has our society come to when we allow “fuck” to become more common than “love” in our conversations? I would like to ask that everyone attempt to go back to the days of yore when our vocal interactions with others were more subdued and friendly, but I know that request is going to fall on deaf ears.
I suppose it’s only going to get worse. I guess I’d better prepare myself for the inevitable. So, grandma, grandpa, and everyone else speak loud and proud. Did you learn this language from your children, or are they learning it from you? Because, learn it, they will.
I’m learning that it is what it is. That I can’t change.
Good night, Mrs. Jackson, wherever you are.