There are going to be a lot of asterisks in this column, but bear with me.
The furore surrounding SuperSport Rugby World Cup anchor and Jacaranda 94.2 breakfast host Darren Scott and his use of the “k” word got me thinking about swearing in general.
Scott has apologised and resigned after calling a a colleague a k***** at a Jacaranda 94.2 team building event at the weekend.
It’s clear strong emotions and possibly alcohol were at play - and callers to radio stations talked a lot about how stressful situations will “bring things to the surface”. One man told Cape Talk how he found himself flinging horrible racial epithets at a man who was burgling his house - to his massive embarressment as he had black neighbours at the time.
It seems that Scott also used the “f” word in his rant - but it was striking that not one person even paused to note that this was also a swearword. I remember a time when to use that word to a colleague would be cause for grievances and disciplinaries and all sorts of general unhappiness. Is that still the case? F***ing might be fashionable and acceptable at all the right cocktail parties (and is certainly flung around a lot in the IOL office, principally by me) but I know a lot of people who would be shocked to hear it used at all. In my quilting guild, I would certainly never utter it, for instance.