I’m a teenager.  I say a lot of things without thinking; I say a lot of things I shouldn’t.  Realizing this, my mom used to have a “cursing jar,” in which I would have to put a dollar every time I cuss.  As you can imagine, my language was cleaned up in no time.  The scenario got me thinking: what’s wrong with profanity?  What makes some words worse than others?

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