Water for Mutha@&$!#ing Chocolate!
The AP reports on the Greatest @&$!#ing Study Ever Told…
Swearing at work 'boosts team spirit, morale'
Wed Oct 17, 11:54 AM ET
Regular swearing at work can help boost team spirit among staff, allowing them to express better their feelings as well as develop social relationships, according to a study by researchers.
Yehuda Baruch, a professor of management at the University of East Anglia, and graduate Stuart Jenkins studied the use of profanity in the workplace and assessed its implications for managers.
They assessed that swearing would become more common as traditional taboos are broken down, but the key appeared to be knowing when such language was appropriate and when to turn to blind eye.
The pair said swearing in front of senior staff or customers should be seriously discouraged or banned, but in other circumstances it helped foster solidarity among employees and express frustration, stress or other feelings.
"Employees use swearing on a continuous basis, but not necessarily in a negative, abusive manner," said Baruch, who works in the university's business school in Norwich.
Banning swear words and reprimanding staff might represent strong leadership, but could remove key links between staff and impact on morale and motivation, he said.
"We hope that this study will serve not only to acknowledge the part that swearing plays in our work and our lives, but also to indicate that leaders sometimes need to 'think differently' and be open to intriguing ideas.
"Managers need to understand how their staff feel about swearing. The challenge is to master the 'art' of knowing when to turn a blind eye to communication that does not meet their own standards."
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This is about ownership and responsibility.
Because you, personally, own the entire English language.
Every motherfucking word of it.
And so do I. So do we all. And every day we raze it, build it, break it and birth it, because it is a living thing.
It is our inalienable birthright, and will be our most versatile legacy to little fuckers not yet born, but as with driving the Big Rigs, or operating a band saw with your toes, the tool itself demands a certain level of responsibility and respect.
When used correctly, language not only feels like a mouthful of velvet rubies and chocolate mousse, it can reformat the world, heal a scalded heart, and get her to shed those pesky pants!
Used incompetently it is an embarrassment. A rusting dumpster in a reeking alley behind which the ignorant, the bigoted and the irrational believe they can pass out, occluded from scrutiny in shit-stained imbecile safety, but which turns out, by dawn's early light, to be a mini-bus full of liberals with digital cameras.
And so ended the tale of the political fortunes of our Never President, George “Macaca” Allen.
Because oratorical fireworks and fizzy-water -- as wonderful as they are -- ultimately don’t matter.
Clarity matters. Sincerity matters. As “V” says, words acting as “the means to meaning” matters.
If you lay your words with due deliberation -- straight and true -- to build a straight and honest road to your take on the truth, you have nothing to apologize for. Conversely, if you deliberately napalm the language in order to hide your betrayals and perfidy in the smoke, you deserve nothing but contempt and an eternity spent barbering George Orwell’s grave with G.I. Joe’s tiny, plastic bayonet.
In the end, the second most dishonorable and demeaning thing you can do to this fine, fierce, sinewy, blunt, flensing bazooka you have been granted is to cower in the corner, making a mighty, scowling fortress out of your “Impactfuls”, “Synergies”, “Paradigms” and the other 181 officially approved units of lifeless bizzpeak buzztwaddle.
The most insulting thing is demanding that others do likewise.
And any excuse to use angry baby in a post is a worthwhile endeavour.
Your honor I don't swear just for the hell of it. English is a poor enough means of communication and I believe we should use all the words at our command. Besides there's damned little these fools understand anymore.
I love coincidence.
Great post, drifty.
as in "I'm so F'n happy! Bring me some Breast Milk, Muthapucker"
It's a fuckin' versatile word;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rX7-R54-Q8
I fucked up, and started reading the dipshit comments at some fuckin news story about how that fuckwad Watson dissed, like, all of fucking Africa and anyone pigmented in any such fucking way as to not be extraordinarily 'spehshul' as his wrinkley old lily white fucking ass.
Teh Fucking Stoopid there got me so fucking depressed.
Till that link. Now I'm fukkin smilin' again :-)
Back Atcha
Did they?
so.
So I come here to relax in the Calgon word bath you draw for us every day. Aaaaaaaah... bettah!
Thank you Driftglass! :-)