Snakes on a Plane – The TV Edit

Earlier this week, I cursed while talking to my boss. What was weird about it, was that an apology prefaced the actual expletive.

“Oops, sorry. Shit.”

We laughed about it. And I still have my job. With that being said, censorship is a terrible thing.

Taking away the beauty and passion of profanity and replacing it with some some socially acceptable, flakey fake fluffy, Huxtablian dilution is like digitally replacing cigarettes in movies with celery stalks and toothpicks. It’s funnier than it is purposeful.

“But what about the kids? What about those of us who want to hear music or watch movies without the curses?” Read the rest of this entry »