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Maybe we should start a thread on international rude words and phrases. Some terms used by other locations may not be understood to be rude to the person reading them. Bloody, for instance, is one such word in England, along with bugger. In the U.S. these words don't carry the same connotations as in the British Isles. And I'm sure that there are colloquialisms in every location that would seem rude, or even vulgar to others.

Vulgarities are often used frequently in some circles, and considered a simple part of the language. I don't use them by choice. I haven't for almost 40 years now. And so, I would just as soon not use words or phrases that may be considered vulgar, or irreverent to Deity in other locations either.

But that's just me.

Seeeeeeya; Chief Longwind of the North
I like that idea. What would we call it? I'm not sure that "International rude words and phrases" would be appropriate for this forum. :ermm::LOL:

I think it could be interesting and useful for avoiding embarrassment.

In Québec French, religious terms are strong swear words. E.g. "tabernacle" and "calice" (chalice) would be considered shocking in some circles.

On the other hand, the f-word (when used in French) is no stronger than "darn".
 
Wow! I was just reading an article from The Wall Street Journal about the convergence of Thanksgiving and Hanukkah. I reckon, seein' as how this won't happen again for some 77,000 odd years or so, if I can create some fusion recipes for our Thanksgiving table.
Now, I just want to say that I have many friends who are of the Jewish faith, and I have a great admiration and respect for Jewish tradition and the accompanying procedures they follow in the preparation of food. I really enjoyed the times that I have been invited to dine with these friends.
I think I am going to seek the advice of a few of my friends to see if, in fact, I can come up with something special, in view of this rare occurrence.
I will say that I was somewhat dismayed by the tone of the article particularly in respect to the commercialism discussed. I reckon there ain't no escaping the almighty dollar, no matter what the occasion.

Note: As always, I defer to the judgement of our moderators, and if this post is over the line regarding religious discussions, I will abide by their wisdom, without further discussion.

Hence my signature line. :angel:
 
I grew up in a home where some very colorful language was used.

When I got out into the business world I tried to train myself not to use many of those words because they tend to POP out during moments of stress and frustration.

Now that I am old I find myself returning to a more colorful style of speaking! :ermm::ohmy::LOL:

I have never been a person who resorted to colorful language. As a result, all my kids would warn their friends about their language before they came into the house. I have tossed a few of them out on their ear and from that day on, made them wait outside.

When you hear a colorful word come out of me, get the heck out of my way. You know I have reached the end of my rope and you are going to be my next victim.

My skin is very fragile. Teddy jumped up on me and broke the skin on my arm with his claws. The word sh*t came out. Spike grabbed him and held onto to him for about five minutes. He knows! :angel:
 
I have never been a person who resorted to colorful language. As a result, all my kids would warn their friends about their language before they came into the house. I have tossed a few of them out on their ear and from that day on, made them wait outside.

When you hear a colorful word come out of me, get the heck out of my way. You know I have reached the end of my rope and you are going to be my next victim.

My skin is very fragile. Teddy jumped up on me and broke the skin on my arm with his claws. The word sh*t came out. Spike grabbed him and held onto to him for about five minutes. He knows! :angel:

My Grandmother was of the opinion that it didn't matter what you said it was how you said it that made it cursing. At her house you could get your ears boxed for saying Oh Fudge! or Oh Sugar! :ermm::ohmy::LOL:
 
I still remember the first time I said {poop} in front of a parent.
Apparently that word and use is allowed when you don't get your thumb on a baitcasting reel quick enough and wind up with a bird's nest that dad has to untangle. Even before your age hits double digits :rolleyes:
 
Learned all my best cussing from my Mom...Dad doesn't cuss...ever. Talk about mixed messages.
 
I learned my cussing the traditional way, on the mean streets. Mom and dad were no help. They cursed in Armenian. It doesn't have the same effect if the cursee doesn't know what you are saying to them.
 
Thanks for the laugh, Andy.
That certainly would not have the same effect :ROFLMAO:
 
Learned all my best cussing from my Mom...Dad doesn't cuss...ever. Talk about mixed messages.

I once read that the reason most folks curse is because they have a limited vocabulary. Today, I would argue with that statement. I know some very well educated people that can make a seasoned sailor blush to the deepest red. :angel:
 
I learned my cussing the traditional way, on the mean streets. Mom and dad were no help. They cursed in Armenian. It doesn't have the same effect if the cursee doesn't know what you are saying to them.

I had a few choice Italian words that I used on Poo. My in-laws thought it was nice that I was teaching him a foreign language. They were from the hills of W. Virginia. :angel:
 
I learned my cussing the traditional way, on the mean streets. Mom and dad were no help. They cursed in Armenian. It doesn't have the same effect if the cursee doesn't know what you are saying to them.

:ROFLMAO:

My parents never cussed in front of us either. We kids weren't even allowed to use the word "butt", Mom considered it very vulgar, it was "seat", or "derrierre". My Canadian mom almost had a heart attack whenever my super-religious great aunt on Dad's side would call someone "a little bugger".

In later life, Mom was known to let slide the occasional "oh sh*t".
 
Oh my. I just found out the meaning of the word "Bugger." When my cousin passed away I said I was going to miss the old bugger, and his daughter started to cry.
 
Oh my. I just found out the meaning of the word "Bugger." When my cousin passed away I said I was going to miss the old bugger, and his daughter started to cry.


The difference is that in the UK, bugger is a verb while here in the USA it's a noun.
 
Learned all my best cussing from my Mom...Dad doesn't cuss...ever. Talk about mixed messages.
My Mom was the cusser too. Learned baseball and swearing at her side. Probably learned the swearing because of the baseball! :LOL:

I learned my cussing the traditional way, on the mean streets. Mom and dad were no help. They cursed in Armenian. It doesn't have the same effect if the cursee doesn't know what you are saying to them.
Ah, but you can curse at them and they don't know what you said! ;) Like your folks, my Mom swore in her family's language which was Polish. Between her, my Italian uncle, a French teacher and an Irish boyfriend I am multilingual in a few choice words!
 

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