I worry

about this sometimes. However, I don't think I'd be happy if I cleaned my act up. I like to laugh at things that are wildly inappropriate. If it makes people uncomfortable, chances are I'll laugh at it, at least a little bit. Does this mean I really condone the type of things mentioned in some of the things I find funny? No, and it's the very fact that I don't that makes them amuzing. As I hope those who know me would be able to recognize, there's few people out there who feel as strongly about justice, charity, and doing the right thing as much as I do. Actually, those beliefs have cost me plenty (especially the last one)... But the definition of humor if often the juxtaposition of data into situations where it obviously does not belong. It's the fact that something is so far from it's rightful place that makes it funny.

And yes I swear. Most of us do. I have my own definition of when it's appropriate and when it's not. When it's not? When someone might rightfully take offense and/or when working (as opposed to at work). Everyone I know swears. Some more than others, but it happens. It's communication. People have employed profanity in casual conversation as long as casual conversation has existed. It's the spice that makes informal communication as tasty as it can be. Is it always needed? No, but neither is salt and you sure wish you had it available to you when it's needed.

I would hope that a potential employer would be able to see the difference between a crude blog entry and the person who talks to customers, or would at least be willing to discuss the issue. If they're not, then the employer and I are probably not a good fit. As Walt Whitman said "I am large, I contain multitudes". When you buy some John, you get the ones you want. However, the ones you don't make me who I am, and thus are a part of the ones you bought. You don't have to see/hear/etc. the sides you don't like, but unidimensional people don't tend to be creative, aggressive, insightful, problem solvers and in my experience that's what I'm good at, so realize there might be a rough edge or two. Or, as Mr. Munroe put it:

FUCK. THAT. SHIT.