Profanity

Throughout film history, the concept of the unruly woman has not been used until recent times. Before women were portrayed in the same light as men, they were portrayed as proper women who did not use obscene language and did not partake in irrational behavior. Women were usually seen as damsel’s in distress, they were portrayed as weak individuals that served to convey a male’s masculinity. In the recent years, audiences can now see women taking on ‘male characteristics.’ Actresses like Melissa…

Behavior 1: Talking Back/Swearing The behavior of talking back which is defined as any time the patient responds to her parents in a rude/sarcastic tone with intent to hurt her parents’ feelings. The behavior of swearing at her parents is defined as any time the patient uses profane language during a conversation either towards her parents directly or casually in the conversation. This most often occurs when the parent brings up a topic sensitive to the patient (i.e. the moving from their…

My biggest enemy in my life, bigger than my older brother best friend; who burnt a welt on my cheek for taking too long in the bathroom, is gravity. Couple days ago, during one of my numerous Personal Flight Device (PFD) tests, I was reaching a new apex with my current prototype: 7 inches off the ground, a perfect 90 degrees up, when the right exhaust gave out on me like an old pair of stilettos. The unstable engine sent me tumbling into the earth, turning me into a loose ferris wheel.…

“Real good,” screams Staff Sergeant Baker, “Real stinkin’ good, Guaman. Just take the easy way out and fucking die.” Recruit Guaman’s arms shake in the front leaning rest position over a puddle of his sweat on the quarterdeck. There’s nothing restful about that position. “Mountain climbers,” screams the drill instructor as his fists rest on his green duty belt, “in cadence, exercise: one-two-three.” Guaman limply lifts his left foot from the floor. The muscles in Staff Sergeant Baker’s…

“We’ll kick your asses next year,” Rowdy wrote back. “And you’ll cry like the little faggot you are.” “I might be a faggot,” I wrote back, “But I’m the faggot who beat you.” “Ha-Ha,” Rowdy wrote. Now that might sound just like a series of homophobic insults...I was a happy faggot! (Alexie 198-199). In both of these instances, Alexie is using a joking, sarcastic, and humoristic tone to veil the deep emotional bond between Rowdy and Junior. Through the psychoanalytical lense, for the boys to…

“We’re going to have to go through the back, because if a nigga sees you, they’re going to attack you.” I was quiet, my hands were beginning to sweat, and I think I was in need of the bathroom to shit. Once we got to the strip club, my eyes went wild seeing the lights flicker crazy through the floor. Weed and alcohol slaps my nose as they enter my nose making me cringe. Sky seen this. “Don’t worry you’ll get use to the smell after a while.” She grabs my hand interlocking with mine and pulls me…

Three days later I am on fire. I woke up to take my usual morning piss, after a night of binge drinking. This particular morning, I found myself sleep walking to the restroom and somehow made it. I was still half asleep until the hot stream of hot piss bust out of the head of my magic stick fully wakening me and curling up my toes. I pissed all over the floor and the wall missing the toilet by a mile. It was like I was pissing razor blades or hot lava. Being caught off guard, I had to piss…

Athazagoraphobia is the fear of being left behind or forgotten. So before I start my story I should probably tell you what I look like. I’m nothing special, I am a sixteen year old sophomore boy who is five feet and eleven inches tall with some muscle, I have dark brown hair and a small scar in my left eyebrow. My only really noticeable features are my eyes and my ears because I have a blue eye and a brown eye then my ears are noticeable because they look like elf ears, the ends come to a…

“Hand it over so I can get the hell out of here.” I’m tired, impatient and ready to get this shit wrapped up, so my tone with Riley is a little harsher than I intended. Actually, it’s a lot harsher, but that’s only because I’m hungry and my blood sugar’s getting a little low. I must admit, he’s a nice kid, I’ll give him that. He has a penchant for speed and a fearless disposition that will make him hard to beat when he gets some experience under his belt. With a little guidance from a mentor,…

"I am...not." Youngjae argues. "Shut up." "Stop getting sidetracked." Im Jaebum hisses. "How's it looking Jackson?" "Clear as day. Only a few minor issues, but It should be A-Ok for my Dimsum." Jackson reports. Okay. Now I really know something I don't like is going on. At this moment I'm not too sure if I should feel honored or annoyed as hell. Since I've known GOT7, which hasn't been that long to be honest, I had no clue where they usually hung out. Today, which was suppose to be a boring…