Cursing as Peephole Into Brain Architecture
tabdelgawad writes "The New York Times offers this excellent and entertaining writeup on cursing and its role in recent studies of the brain. The article discusses the universality of cursing across time, space, and culture, its varied roles, from linguistic evolution to anger management, and its uses in recent brain research. You can also read all about the sexual effects of uttering obscenities and the swearing habits of sorority women." From the article: "Researchers point out that cursing is often an amalgam of raw, spontaneous feeling and targeted, gimlet-eyed cunning. When one person curses at another, they say, the curser rarely spews obscenities and insults at random, but rather will assess the object of his wrath, and adjust the content of the 'uncontrollable' outburst accordingly." As someone who plays a lot of MMOGs, in my experience this is only mostly true.
Originally it meant the use of Italian, not Latin, for church services. The "Vulgate" was spoken by village dwellers, or "Villeins". Poor and common == bad guys.
Do not mock my vision of impractical footwear
The Alternative Dictionaries
2743 Curse and Slang words in 162 different languages.
Fly me to the moon Let me sing among those stars Let me see what spring is like On jupiter and mars
Last time I checked, the NY Times had some people writing for it who think the QWERTY keyboard was invented to slow typists down. NY Times probably has a better track record than Wiktionary, but it's not always right.
If a job's not worth doing, it's not worth doing right.
"The investigators have found, among other things, that men generally curse more than women, unless said women are in a sorority and happen to be having a huge pillow fight while wearing only their panties...in which instance they curse provocatively as their pert sweaty breasts heave and bounce around with each thrust of the pillow....."
Fucking amateur NY Times writers.
Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
[Lying down at Ophelia's feet.]
Ophelia: No, my lord.
Hamlet: I mean, my head upon your lap?
Ophelia: Ay, my lord.
Ham.: Do you think I meant country matters?
Oph.: I think nothing, my lord.
Ham.: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.
Oph.: What is, my lord?
Ham.: Nothing.
Incidentally, Much Ado About Nothing is about both the effects "casual" conversation and the implications of real and perceived sexual relationships.
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