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Is it acceptable to cuss in your shop?

It's pretty much OK here. After 5:30 I turn into a fucking sailor. Every other word is shit, fuck, ass or damnit.

Have I lost my fucking mind?

 

nope.

and they let people curse probably too much at my shop.

 

I only ask because I haven't met that many "clean-mouthed" sportswriters. Or thin sportswriters.

 

our newsfolk are pretty surly as well.

 

I say "fuck" a lot on deadline. Wish I didn't, but I do.

No one seems to mind. They know we're all getting screwed in a sweatshop.

Wish it wasn't, but it is.

 

Well, I know I'm a fat motherfucker.

 

I still cuss quite a bit, but nowhere near how much I did back before I had kids.

Little fuckers really toned down my fuckin' swearing, bitches.

 

One thing I liked about the newsroom atmosphere is that you can drop a barrage of four-letter words and nobody would blink. When I first moved out of newspapers, I've found myself having to consciously restrain my tongue. It's funny though. I still do agate for a newspaper every now and then, and when I go into the newsroom, the foul language comes back to me so easily.

 

Threadjack.

The subject title reminded me of the TV reporter who mistakenly welcomed viewers to the cross-town station she worked at before. Happens a lot, right? Problem was, she thought she was off-air and off-mic when they were going to the first break and she said, "Well, I guess I really fucked that up."

I guess they went to commercial quicker at her old stop, too. They didn't ask her back.

 

Fuckin' pussies.

 

I have three "little fuckers."
I think when they're born, the doctors slip in a restrictor plate on the father's tongue.

 

Maybe the night crews can get away with more. When I'm in a newsroom during daylight hours nowadays, if you let out a good "fuck" or "shit," some tight-assed bitch (male or female) from features or business is going to have you written up for some sort of harassment. Or some young fart is going to have a near-heart attack.

Newsrooms used to be a lot more fun, with cussing, ass-chewings, stuff being thrown. But most I've been in lately might as well be insurance offices.