i don’t have an anger problem, i have a dialect.📍🫠🤌🏻💗
aka: the new jersey department of profanity made me like this.
—
lol.
homie,
let’s get one thing straight:
my mouth isn’t a crime scene.
it’s a
geographical fucking inevitability.
🗺️📍
—
also.
apparently—according to science™,
people who swear a lot are:
💀 smarter
💀 more honest
💀 more emotionally resilient
💀 better at pain tolerance
💀 less full of shit
this is nature vs nurture
vs
get the fuck outta my face.
the f-bomb is my mother tongue
😌🌈✨💕
yo. truthfully.
listen—
i’m from new jersey, bitch.
the homeland of turnpike theology,
where the state flower is road rage
and the state bird is a middle finger in traffic.
—
nah.
you don’t understand…
multiple studies— 🥹
like, actual scientists
with clipboards and shit—
have confirmed
what we knew in the womb:
🏆 jersey individuals
curse more than nearly
everyone else in the fucking country.
🥇 some studies say #1.
others say
“jesus christ wtf is wrong with these people.”
jersey city apparently
averages so many daily curse words
they might as well count it
as a second fucking language.
aye. 🍝🤌🏼
—
so…i am statistically incapable of shutting the fuck up.
babe!!!
✨ it’s genetics.
✨ it’s geography.
✨ it’s the fucking turnpike.
✨ it’s the population density.
✨ it’s the collective generational frustration
of being between philly and new york with none of the perks.
✨🏆
honey,
this is nature and nurture in full feral collaboration.
but
let’s get even realer,
since y’all love to pretend
tone is the real crime:
truthfully—
let’s talk child abuse. 👑✨🙌
i grew up with a dad
who talked like a truck driver
possessed by a fucking demon
from exit 7.
my first memories?
him cursing us tf out.
calling a child a fucking wench
in front of grown men
who said nothing.
that’s the soundtrack i was raised on:
✨ trauma.
✨ rage.
✨ slammed fucking doors.
the kind of verbal shrapnel
that sticks in your ribs
for fucking decades.
☠️🤘🏼
—
and…guess what??
i still didn’t become him.
i didn’t become cruel.
i didn’t become abusive.
i didn’t become the actual fucking villain.
🥇🐐✨
nah.
his violence made me empathetic.
his insanity made me honest.
his brutality made me believe survivors.
his chaos carved out a real soul in me —
one that feels everything,
refuses to cheat,
refuses to fucking break.
❤️🔥🔥
but it also
made me curse
like i’ve got a holy union
with the f-word.
linguistic generational trauma, baby.
a dialect forged by fucking chaos
but wielded with compassion.
my childhood was basically
a boot camp in verbal warfare.
i grew up bilingual:
english and “go fuck yourself.”
and instead
of making me cruel
it made me mad empathetic
AND
mad fucking fluent.
…
so when these dusty bitches
clutch their iPhones
about my profanity
like that’s the moral crisis here…
nah.
because you know what my cursing isn’t?
❌ misconduct
❌ malice
❌ ill intent
❌ defamation
❌ a threat
❌ a violation
❌ or whatever fake sin you’re inventing to avoid the facts
🔥🔥🔥
it’s just truth.
raw.
unfiltered.
spoken in the only vocabulary
i was ever fucking taught
that didn’t lie to me.
…
call it 🔥 rebellion.
call it 🔥 science.
call it 🔥 jersey-ese.
call it 🔥 trauma alchemy.
call it 🔥 a hereditary spell
passed down from generations
of loudmouth italians
standing in the driveway at 11pm.
✨🇮🇹🍕✨
but don’t you fucking dare call it wrongdoing.
it’s not a crime to curse.
it’s a crime to survive hell
and come out
✨this genuine,
✨ this loving,
✨ this real
while speaking in the tongue of my people:
fuck.
a noun,
a verb,
an adjective,
an entire fucking emotional spectrum.
🔥🔥🔥
—
to recap:
i curse because:
⭐ i’m from new jersey
⭐ i’m educated
⭐ i survived shit i shouldn’t have
⭐ i feel deeply
⭐ i tell the truth
⭐ i refuse to shrink
⭐ profanity is my silent scream
⭐ and honestly?
the english language without “fuck” is just vibes and disappointment.
next question.
