The Origin of Swear Words

While reading DM’s blog post Reading From The Book Of Fulghum- Maybe (Maybe Not) and the comments I found myself truly shaking my head. There is much to be said about a person reading another’s blog and then castigating them about a swear word. Low and behold if that person should ever find this blog… phew!

In my opinion if you don’t like something someone wrote just leave it and move on. Meaning, if someone used the word shit for instance and you didn’t like it then that is your problem, not the authors, especially if there was a disclaimer first off.

So here with is your disclaimer. There are a lot of swear words in this post, if you feel they might pollute your mind please refrain from reading any further. Thank you.

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Word History: The word shit appeared about 1,000 years ago and can be traced back to Old Norse origin ’skíta’. It first leaked into Old English as ’scitte’ and from there forming into Middle English as ’sch?tte.’ Anglo-Saxon books use ’scittan’ as a reference to when the cattle had diarrhoea. For most of its history it was spelled ’shite’ though evidence of its now modern spelling can be found in books dated as far back as the mid-1700’s. Even today we find remains of the world in the Icelandic language. The words ’skítur’ (noun) and ’skíta’ (verb) are still used.

Extensive slang usage; verb meaning “to lie, to tease” is from 1934; that of “to disrespect” is from 1903. Noun use for “obnoxious person” is since at least 1508; meaning “misfortune, trouble” is attested from 1937. Shat is a humorous past tense form, not etymological, first recorded 18c. Shite, now a jocular or slightly euphemistic variant, formerly a dialectal variant, reflects the vowel in the O.E. verb (cf. Ger. scheissen). Shit-faced “drunk” is 1960s student slang; shit list is from 1942. To not give a shit “not care” is from 1922; up shit creek “in trouble” is from 1937. Scared shitless first recorded 1936.

Shit is now a very common and not so frowned upon swear word

The image on the left is the definition of “Shit Happens”

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Word History: The word fuck, much like shit (and actually the majority of common curse words), came from languages with a Germanic background. It is believed that it came into our language from the Dutch around the 15th century. The word was so taboo that a small amount of documents remain that would allow us to have a better understanding of its origins. The reason that little evidence remains was that people at the time were too afraid to write the word down.

The obscenity fuck is a very old word and has been considered shocking from the first, though it is seen in print much more often now than in the past. Its first known occurrence, in code because of its unacceptability, is in a poem composed in a mixture of Latin and English sometime before 1500. The poem, which satirizes the Carmelite friars of Cambridge, England, takes its title, “Flen flyys,” from the first words of its opening line, “Flen, flyys, and freris,” that is, “fleas, flies, and friars.” The line that contains fuck reads “Non sunt in coeli, quia gxddbov xxkxzt pg ifmk.” The Latin words “Non sunt in coeli, quia,” mean “they [the friars] are not in heaven, since.” The code “gxddbov xxkxzt pg ifmk” is easily broken by simply substituting the preceding letter in the alphabet, keeping in mind differences in the alphabet and in spelling between then and now: i was then used for both i and j; v was used for both u and v; and vv was used for w. This yields “fvccant [a fake Latin form] vvivys of heli.” The whole thus reads in translation: “They are not in heaven because they fuck wives of Ely [a town near Cambridge].”

It is thought to be an Acronym for Fornication Under Consent of King. This acronym was placed on placards to be posted on doors of couples who had permission from the King to have sex.

Fuck is still gaining in normality but we shall see

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The word asshole is from the word arse, which according to the Oxford English Dictionary has been in use since the 11th century to refer to the ass of an animal. Starting roughly around 14th century it was used to refer to a person’s buttocks.

Around 1500 the combined form ‘arsehole’ was first used in its literal form to refer to the anus. The metaphorical use that refers to the worst place in a region (e.g., “the asshole of the world”) is first attested in print in 1865. Its use to refer to a despicable person is first record in 1933.

To the rest of the English speaking world, the word ass is still interpreted as donkey.

CRAP

The word “crap” comes from the last name of the person who invented the toilet, Thomas Crapper. He was a Brit.

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Bitch is a term for the female of a canine in general. It is also frequently used as an offensive term for a malicious, spiteful, domineering, intrusive, or unpleasant person, especially a woman.

This second meaning has been in use since around 1400. When used to describe a male, it may also confer the meaning of “subordinate”, especially to another male, as in prison.

Generally, this term is used to indicate that the person is acting outside the confines of their gender roles, such as when women are assertive or aggressive, or when men are passive or servile. More recent variants of bitch are bitchy, ill-tempered (1925), and to bitch, to complain (1930).

Since the 1980s, the term “bitch” became more and more accepted and less offensive. After the word was widely used between rivals Krystle and Alexis on the drama Dynasty, it gained usage, in malicious contexts or otherwise, and is now very rarely censored on television broadcasts. Prior to the term’s general acceptance, euphemism terms were often substituted, such as “gun” in the phrase “son of a gun” as opposed to “son of a bitch“. More generally the term has also acquired the meaning of something unpleasant or irksome, as in the expression “Life’s a Bitch”.

I know I will never be the same again either *shrug* – there were so many more but I didn’t want to bore you and they do tend to go down the sliding scale from here on … Do you know that calling a person a pig in some lands is considered a swear word worse than any of the above? Yet we can use it daily…

There is a time and a place for anything and everything – I do not condone swearing but will use many of the above words when walking into things. I am not ashamed, I swear and you were warned right.

Thank you to Wikipedia, Dictionary.com and Profanisaurus

Survivor…

A song that means many things for people the world over… The eye of the tiger… perhaps strange lyrics but the ultimate message is survival, getting up when we are knocked down and rising again to fight for another day as hard as it may be.  This song always makes me want to get up and carry on perhaps it is the same for you…

Risin’up back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance now I’m back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don’t lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

(Chorus)
It’s the Eye of the Tiger
It’s the cream of the fight
Risin’up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he’s watching us all
with the Eye of the Tiger

Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin’ tough, stayin’ hungry
They stack the odds until we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive

(Repeat Chorus)

Risin’up straight to the top
Had the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I’m not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive

It’s the Eye of the Tiger
It’s the cream of the fight
Risin’up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he’s watching us all
with the Eye of the Tiger

The Eye of the Tiger
The Eye of the Tiger
The Eye of the Tiger
The Eye of the Tiger

A letter to Blogger’s from the Readers

This post started in an email to a friend to highlight just what her blog had done for me spiritually and as you can see it is now a post because in reality each and everyone of you that has a blog has a similar effect on us the readers (bloggers and bloggers to be one day) and so I will write this letter to all of you. The original recipient will know who she is but the letter is here now… Ironically in the email I said it would become a post when the time is right, that time is now.

To all bloggers from us the readers

I have been thinking (nothing new) while some of you have been sleeping, it is now Sunday on half of the world – our two worlds have connected once again, in more ways than one. I have had many discussions recently about both my effect and your effect on readers, bloggers and what I call soon to be bloggers, with this in mind I write the following to you.

Please be prepared, this letter is both about the effect your blog has had on me and the effect it has on others. I believe that everyone should know the effect that they have on another, be it good or bad, it has been something I have always done and this is why I am now going to tell you something that perhaps you have not seen within me because it is more about you than I, this is the real truth from my side.

The story I am about to tell you is about a recent spiritual journey that I have had, one that I am still on, always will be. This story is about God in my life and how he has returned to my spoken words. I do not wish to offend some, each to their own journey.

To explain – I have been through the church escapades, I have been through many denominations and the only thing it showed me was that religion is not for me, I don’t believe in it and I don’t think I ever will again. I know to you this might seem strange but you have to understand that to me religion preaches about non equality, “If you aren’t our denomination you will go to hell”, “if you are gay you are going to hell”, “pray to our God or you are in hell” and the best one for me is “give me your money for God” only to see them driving the top of the range BMW while kids are sleeping on the streets. Let me just say that I know that this is not all churches it is just what I have seen and what helped shape my views, I mean no offence to your church should you go to one.

Because of all of that I mentioned above and more I stopped praying to “God”, I stopped typing it with a capital G, I didn’t believe in the word “God” for the fact that religion preached about “him”. For me “God” didn’t have a name, he was and is nameless, I believe and still do that there is one God we all just follow different ways of reaching him be it through religion or not, I chose to not have religion just a nameless entity. I didn’t speak to my nameless entity that some call by so many different names meaning God. I spoke to the Angels that surround me and you (still do), I didn’t talk about “him” because religion in my mind warped him, I do not throw it down peoples throats he is just there.

Where you the blogger came in is that a couple of months ago I felt that no one understood my way of thinking about my nameless God, I was often told that I was going to hell because of my views on religion and “God”. You have to understand that many have tried to change my views, many debates have raged always ending with me supposedly going to hell. I have never believed them, still don’t, but it did frustrate me and make me sad that they were so “wrapped” in the religious zeal that they forgot the real God that loves everyone no matter who or what they are.

Sorry I know this is a long letter but I feel I need to explain the full story so that you can see the real impact you have had on me, please bear with me.

Just over a month ago I sitting with a good friend of mine at her work, chatting as we always do (constantly!), she made a comment and out popped the words “If it is Gods will”. She literally whipped her head around and asked me what I had just said, I just looked at her as shocked as she was – these words do not come out of MY mouth EVER and she knows that, she also knows and agrees with me why they don’t. So as you can imagine it was a big shock for us both. I normally say the arabic version Inshallah for which I never offer an explanation, the word for me feels closer to God than the English version of “God willing”. The shock didn’t stop there, every time I lie in bed just before I go to sleep I talk to my Angels, asking them to protect the ones close to my heart and to guide them. All of a sudden I ask them but I transfer it to God and start speaking to him – this I NEVER do! The first time it happened I literally sat up right and said “what the hell” out loud … ironic choice of words but hey.

So what I am saying and to cut a very long story short (ok not so short) is that your words on your blog have a greater impact than you could ever imagine. Not only do you speak about day to day issues you also make people come closer to God – perhaps it is only me but I don’t think so at all… Closer to the real God because you do not preach about him nor do you preach religion, it is the under current in your blog posts that allows him to touch peoples hearts.

Now I know not all of you intend this to be the outcome, it is not even why you blog…

The other thing that you do is make people think out side their cosy little boxes, you open their eyes to the real world and what is going on in it, the way you write IS eloquent, witty and above all relateable to us Joe Soap’s on the street or in the mansion (apologies if your name is Joe Soap it is just a saying). Your life experiences, each and every one of you, touch people’s hearts in a million different ways.

Perhaps you write about what a shit day you have had, or some bad thing that has happened to you, perhaps you are in tears as you write that post, the effect of that post on others is many. Perhaps there is someone that reads it that is feeling exactly the same as you that now feels after reading it not so alone, perhaps they have gone through something similar and it is close to their hearts.

Perhaps you are having an amazing streak of luck and write about it that post will make people smile and perhaps show them that there are good things out there that DO happen.

Perhaps you tackle issues such as gay or interracial marriage, or issues regarding religions or culture, adoption, politics or world issues and those posts make us think, they highlight the problems to those who either know or don’t know that they exist, through these posts you connect the world together as one fighting for a similar cause. Even the die hard zealots can’t help but start to think that PERHAPS there is a different way of thinking or doing.

I don’t mean to add pressure and I hope you see in my heart that this is not the case, I am not saying change your style or write only about God or worldly issues but what I AM saying is don’t stop what you’re doing in the way you are doing it because everything in your blog touches different people at the right time in their lives – even if this is not the purpose of your blog…

The best part about your blog is that you are human, you are amazing each and every one of you, but alas a human you are and that is why people relate to you, please never forget that and never stop blogging.

I would like to thank each and every one of you for every single post that you have written, you have touched us the readers lives even when you didn’t think or purposefully do it, for that we thank you.

From the Readers

Maybe…

MAYBE . . . . .

 

Maybe. . we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.

 

Maybe . . . when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times, we look so long at the closed door that we don’t even see the new one which has been opened for us.

 

Maybe . . . it is true that we don’t know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we don’t know what we have been missing until it arrives.

 

Maybe . . . the happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

 

Maybe . . . the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can’t go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.

 

Maybe . . . you should dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of, and want to do.

 

Maybe . . . there are moments in life when you miss someone — a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child — so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real, so that once they are around you appreciate them more.

 

Maybe . . . the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had.

 

Maybe . . you should always try to put yourself in others’ shoes. If you feel that something could hurt you, it probably will hurt the other person, too.

 

Maybe . . you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if it is simply to leave them alone.

 

Maybe . . giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don’t expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but, if it doesn’t, be content that it grew in yours.

 

Maybe . . . happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, and all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of all the people who have touched their lives.

 

Maybe . . . you shouldn’t go for looks; they can deceive; don’t go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.

 

Maybe . . you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.

 

Maybe . . . you should try to live your life to the fullest because when you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling but when you die, you can be the one who is smiling and everyone around you crying.

 

Maybe. . . you could send this message to those people who mean something to you, to those who have touched your life, to those who can and do make you smile when you really need it, to those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down, and to all those whom you want to know that you appreciate them and their friendship.

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