A writer friend of mine, Pamela Foster, wrote on her blog today about censorship and common sense. I really liked her title and her blog (I always like her blog! and her titles for that matter.)
Pamela Foster Secrets and Vices
In addition to my little snafu with Facebook this week, last night at the writers group, we were asked to curtail our readings. We weren’t asked to change our scenes or our writing styles, but to refrain from using certain words (for example the “f” word) in the church where we meet. My first response was “Well, “f” that,” but that was just my sick sense of humor because I’ve never read the bad words to begin with. The issue for me isn’t that I’m in a church. I don’t say the words out of respect for many of the members of the group. There’s really no need to say the words, especially when they have a hard copy of the reading to begin with.
Believe it or not, I was taught manners. I NEVER, I mean NEVER, use profanity around my mother. EVER! It’s just not done. If I could only see the rest of the world as my mother! How I can let all kinds vileness fly from my mouth when I’m among friends and involuntarily stifle those same comments when my mother is the room is quite amazing. To be honest though, I never use foul language around elders. It’s simply rude and offensive.
That’s not censorship. That’s polite.
BUT that’s my opinion. I have a right to it. The folks in my writers group who want to scream “fuck you” from the pulpit have that right too. Like I said in my blog posting earlier this week, if I’m offended, guess what? I don’t have to listen to it.
The fact that I can write this blog, stating my opinion to all 13 folks who read it, is called the 1st Amendment.