How profane am I? Not very.

Thursday, 2:18 pm

By Kate

Mar

05

2009

While browsing ChasingDaisy’s blog yesterday, I came across a reference to the Profane Game. It is a timed test to see how many profanities you can come up with in one minute. Daisy’s score was 14 and there I sat snickering “I can do better than that.” Now, why on earth would I want to do better than that and what on earth made me think I could do better than that? Because it’s a test, silly.

Yes, I’ve been around the block a few times and I’ve heard (and read) a few things. And I’ve been known to drop a few verbal bomblets. But, you know, I’ve never actually sat down and written out all the cuss words that I know. I don’t even write them in my journals. Never. Just does not happen. It makes me uncomfortable to even contemplate it. I blame it all on my brother, who disapprovingly told me, when I was at an impressionable young and hero-worshipping age, “Resorting to swearing shows a disappointing lack of imagination and creativity.” Well. Who wants to be unimaginative and uncreative?

So, with all that in mind, I pushed the new test button on the Profane Game, noting that the high score was 300(!). The seconds ticked by and I was rather disturbed to discover that damn is apparently no longer considered a profanity. No points for that one. At the end of 60 seconds, my score was a puny 16. Guess I’m more profane than Daisy, but still. I am a sorry little piker. Now I’m forced to concede that a little more imagination and creativity might have yielded better results. Oh well. Now you know.