It seems the Best Week Ever blog editors are the ones watching The View so we don’t have to. This morning, the motliest crew around discussed profanity in the workplace. Here’s a clip of the ladies trying to out-”f—” each other on national TV:
I like how Joy Behar thinks it’s okay to drop the f-bomb in the office if unexpected things occur like “you bang your hand.” It’s true, “f—” is a lot of people’s default outburst for that type of s—. Sometimes I say it when I haven’t uttered anything in a few hours, just to sound disgruntled and possibly busy. Which is way inapprope, I know. I will argue strongly, however, for deliberate office cursing when it’s in the interest of making a work-related point (“I f—ing hate Private Practice.”) And some workplaces almost require profanity. Like, at our news meetings, it’s not like I can sit there and say “D hyphen hyphen hyphen in a box” and be taken seriously. And I need to be taken seriously at all times.
F—, now I’m interested in the level of raunch at your offices. Rank your office’s curse quotient on a scale of 1 (“Hello.”) to 100 (“What’s for f—ing lunch?”), below. And do you have a f—ing problem with it or what?