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FUCK

10 Feb

Let me say, right from the start, that this post probably is not about what you think it’s about. Don’t blame me. Blame Christopher Fairman, the author of the book under discussion here.  Let me also say that, if you take a quick look at the title of Fairman’s book (and miss, overlook or ignore the subtitle), you may be dismayed to discover that his book is not about what you might have thought it would be about either. Nevertheless, if you care at all about freedom of speech and ideas, this is a book you probably should read.

In this provocatively titled book, Fairman discusses the word “fuck” in great detail. He discusses the power of the word, much of which derives from its status as a taboo word and the object of word fetish. He discusses the word’s etymology, linguistic and psycholinguistic contexts, its historical uses as a referent to sex and in other ways (as political speech, for example), and its inconsistent judicial status in American jurisprudence. His primary purpose in doing this is to encourage all who care about freedom of thought and speech to protect the use of all language in the formulation and transmission of ideas. Fairman says,

Whether you shout it in the street or whisper it in the bedroom, say it deliberately as a political protest or accidentally let it slip out, make a single fleeting reference or sing an expletive-laden rant, intend to be funny or downright foul, if you say “fuck,” someone wants to silence you. We shouldn’t passively watch as tiny coalitions with a webpage and a word fetish take some of our words away. When it’s the government trying to cleanse your language, you should really worry. We shouldn’t tolerate any part of our representative government mucking around in our words….

At issue isn’t just protection for some entertainer’s potty mouth. Words are ideas. If the government can control the words we say, it can also control what we think. Ultimately, my concern is for the preservation of our most basic liberty – a freedom of the mind (p.10).

Fairman’s historical discussion of “fuck” begins with the observation that the word has systematically been excluded from most English dictionaries. He calls this “a deliberate attempt to cleanse the language of this word” (p.37). He also alerts readers that some of the urban legends about the origin of the word as an acronym (For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge and Fornication Under Consent of the King) are false, and explains why this is so. Notwithstanding concerted attempts to wipe the word “fuck” clean out of the English language, the word has been resilient. He explains the reasons for this in a chapter devoted to linguistic and psycholinguistic analyses of the word. One reason for its longevity is its ability to be used in many ways – as a verb (in this case, often with a sexual meaning), an adverb or adjective (these uses are not usually sexual), as a noun (this could be a sexual meaning, but often is not), or simply as an interjection.

One of the evidences of the power of taboo, and the power of fuck as the object of both taboo and fetish, is the use of euphemisms (f-word, f*ck, etc.) in place of the word itself, a practice that Fairman derides as “silly” (p.57). “Fuck” as the object of taboo is in play when its use is avoided (by some) and when its use is deliberately intended (by others) to shock and/or offend; “fuck” as the object of fetish is in play when people have extremely negative emotional reactions to the term and seek to prohibit its use in all circumstances (pp. 59-60). Fairman discusses examples of the fuck taboos and fetishes in TV, music, workplaces, classrooms and even courtrooms.

Since Fairman is a lawyer and professor of law, it’s not surprising that much of his book deals with legal cases surrounding various uses of the word “fuck.” The body of work devoted to legal parsings of this humble little word is quite large, varied and interesting. Not surprisingly, given the seemingly schizophrenic character of American society, the legal status of the word “fuck” is inconsistent, and, consequently, unclear. Sometimes it’s obscenity, sometimes it’s not. Sometimes it’s protected speech, sometimes it’s not. Fairman contends that this state of uncertainty is not healthy for civic discourse. He bluntly concludes,

The future of fuck is clear. If we continue to allow the state to pick and choose the words we can use and the context in which we can use them, freedom is at stake…. Once that word is extinguished, gone are its literally hundreds of uses, hence hundreds of ideas…. Now you might think I’m an alarmist and that the First Amendment stands to prevent precisely what I foreshadow. But before you discount my fears, please remember: Fuck is being fucked in the shadow of the First Amendment. Neither a Commission nor a court nor a cop should have power over our ideas. To ensure freedom of the mind, fuck must be set free (p. 191).

Fairman’s book is well-written, easily grasped and a worthwhile read for anyone with any interest at all in freedom of speech, freedom of conscience and freedom of thought. As you’ve no doubt gathered by now, the book’s provocative title was chosen deliberately, precisely because the word “fuck” is tremendously evocative and powerful. It was also chosen deliberately because it is a marginalized (perhaps even endangered) word. When words are marginalized and endangered, the marginalization and endangerment of ideas is not far behind. Freethinkers and freedom lovers can never, in good conscience, allow the intolerance, marginalization and extinction of words and ideas to go unchallenged. I, for one, am indebted to Christopher Fairman for speaking out for my right to fuck.

– the chaplain

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Posted by on February 10, 2010 in censorship, language, literature, politics, society

 

40 Responses to FUCK

  1. desertscope

    February 10, 2010 at 1:09 pm

    Once at work, playing cards at lunch, the conversation turned to an individual who was known to be a bit of a backstabber. One colleague said, “Yeah, he fucked Rena.” Next colleague plays a card and inquires, “How so?” The first responded, “He placed his penis in her vagina.” Stunned silence. Followed shortly with howls of laughter that attracted curious onlookers.

    I have always hated the ridiculous ideas we have of magic words. That is what it boils down to, I think. Like saying, “God damn it.” The holiness or profanity of a word imbues it with some special power.

     
  2. Rob Crompton

    February 10, 2010 at 1:27 pm

    Years ago, when I was being interviewed as a candidate for ordination, the laymen appointed to assesss me said in conversation afterwards, about something he disliked, “It’s not fucking right.”
    “No of course not, I responded and the conversation continued. He then realised what he had said earlier, wound back the tape in a manner of speaking, and repeated his disapproval in “nicer” words. It’s one of my favourite memories of a delightful man.

    Years later a colleague had preached a sermon in which he had referred to something as “blooming awful.” He had a phone call on Monday morning protesting at this inappropriate language from the pulpit. “Oh dear,” he replied, “I’m terribly sorry and I’ll try not to do it again. But I was trying not to say Fuck.”
    Don’t think he won any friends with that one – but what the fuck.

     
  3. the chaplain

    February 10, 2010 at 1:40 pm

    desertscope & Rob:
    Thanks for your comments. desertscope, your story illustrates the multiple meanings of the word fuck. Rob, you stories illustrate both taboo and fetish. I think Christopher Fairman would be proud of you both.

     
  4. mutzali

    February 10, 2010 at 2:10 pm

    When I was in my early 20s, I took my Dad, a college professor, to see “All the President’s Men”. My Mom, who had been in the Navy in WWII and had the occasional vocabulary to prove it, said, “I don’t think he’ll enjoy that. It has the F-word in it.” I countered, “He’s been on a college campus daily for 40 years. He’s HEARD the F-word before.”

    I thought it was touching that she was still trying to protect him after 40 years of marriage and 7 kids together.

    P.S. He enjoyed the movie.

     
  5. BlackSun

    February 10, 2010 at 2:38 pm

    “Fuck” is a subject near and dear to my heart. Both the act and the word, of course. Thanks for the post. It looks like an interesting book. Also, don’t miss Steven Pinker’s lecture on taboo words.

     
  6. Larry Wallberg

    February 10, 2010 at 2:39 pm

    Hey, chappy, I hate to shill for defunct blogs, but this post — written well before Fairman’s book — seems amazingly appropriate here.

     
  7. the chaplain

    February 10, 2010 at 2:49 pm

    Mutzali:
    Funny story; your parents must be an awesome couple. I must admit that my vocabulary is saltier, spicier, more robust, more colorful – oh, I’ll just cut to the chase, fouler – than the deacon’s.

    Black Sun:
    I suspect the act of fucking is near and dear to many hearts, even if the word is not. Thanks for the video link. I think you’ll enjoy the book; at just under 200 pages it can be read in just a few hours.

    Larry:
    I thought about that post from that defunct blog when I initially conceived this post. I wasn’t sure whether the owner of the defunct blog would want me to shill for a post from said blog, notwithstanding that the post was, and still is, a good read.

     
  8. Larry Wallberg

    February 10, 2010 at 4:46 pm

    Chappy:
    I have it on very good authority that the owner would be honored if you to link to his defunct fucking blog whenever your little atheistic heart desires.

     
  9. ildi

    February 10, 2010 at 5:50 pm

    This brings back memories…

    A long time ago in a Southern state far, far away I was called into the teaching assistant coordinator’s office during my second quarter teaching. After the usual pleasantries, he explained to me that he needed to discuss a complaint he had gotten from the parents of a student in my class. Of course, my heart leapt into my throat; well, it turns out the kid was telling his parents his TA was so cool she used the word ‘fuck’ in class. Needless to say the parents weren’t as impressed. (I had just hit that comfort level where my knees weren’t knocking together before each lecture, and I went the other direction and got too casual… but still… your bebes have flown the coop, parents!)

     
  10. the chaplain

    February 10, 2010 at 5:55 pm

    ildi:
    That’s hilarious. In my Midwestern grad school, the department head had a spicier vocabulary than anyone else in the department, bar none. Discussions in his seminars were colorful, to say the least.

     
  11. desertscope

    February 10, 2010 at 8:05 pm

    I actually read that Pinker book. He’s an interesting fellow, with ideas not commonly encountered by a natural science guy like me. I think that book was the first place I found the scientific opinion that much of behavior is genetic. Before reading that, I thought all scientists though behavior was completely (or nearly completely) learned.

    My wife was in the Navy for several years, but she bitches about my foul language. I wonder how she failed to notice that when we were dating.

     
  12. radleyas

    February 10, 2010 at 11:34 pm

    Just as an aside, it breaks my heart to read an article like this and see no mention of the great George Carlin.

     
    • Mark

      February 12, 2010 at 8:52 am

      I agree. George Carlin should have received props. After all, he was one of the first to mention “Fuck” in his 1972 monologue, “Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television”.

       
  13. Larry Wallberg

    February 10, 2010 at 11:45 pm

    rad:
    Let’s fix your heart, shall we?

    The great George Carlin.
    Also, the great Lenny Bruce.
    And, too, the great Redd Foxx, Moms Mabley, Mae West, W.C. Fields.
    We can go back through time for millennia mentioning people who have bucked the system by openly using “obscene” and/or “blasphemous” language.
    Not to mention: The great Mark Twain. The great Thomas Paine. The great Voltaire… the great Aristophanes.

     
  14. ildi

    February 11, 2010 at 8:08 am

    (Pinker has fucking awesome hair…)

     
  15. Sarge

    February 11, 2010 at 10:15 am

    Chaplain, dear lady!

    May I direct your attention to a Harper’s Magazine, August 1997 issue?

    You will find an article by a man named Charles Simic titled, “In Praise of Invective”. Quite a good read, very instructive. He quotes another who implies that words like “fuck” are what we say when we don’t want nuance to get in the way.

    There’s quite a bit more, maybe you can find it.

    Years ago I went home on leave with a friend, we took our “class A” uniforms with us, including the “Overseas Cap” (as opposed to the “Flying Saucer” cap). The “Overseas Cap” had another, more earthy name due to it’s shape, however.

    My friend’s mother, a very smart, cultured woman (high school English teacher) asked us if we wanted her to take our “greens” to the cleaners. We did, and she said, “Well, give me your ‘cunt caps’, I’ll put them in, too.”

    It didn’t matter that she’d spent twelve years as an army wife, my friend felt that his MOTHER shouldn’t KNOW such words, let alone SAY them.

    She just shrugged, sniffed, and said, “Well, EVERYONE calls them that”.

     
  16. Postman

    February 11, 2010 at 3:57 pm

    Sarge,

    When I joined the Army, 20 years ago, they were still called “cunt caps” and I’d be very, very surprised if there aren’t a bunch of kids at Ft. Jackson being introduced to the term as I write this. it’d be a shame to do away with such a good descriptor.

     
  17. Lorena

    February 11, 2010 at 8:49 pm

    Fairman’s book is well-written, easily grasped

    Your review is also written really well. You should write for the New York Times.

     
  18. the chaplain

    February 11, 2010 at 9:24 pm

    desertscope:
    I haven’t read The Stuff of Thought yet. It’s on my reading list (and in my Kindle, just waiting for me to get to it).

    radleyas:
    When I was 11 or 12 years old, I bought a George Carlin album (one of those big, black vinyl things), Class Clown, that included the classic “Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television” routine. I spent hours listening to that album, especially that track – through the headphones, of course (couldn’t let the parents hear what I was listening to!).

    Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, and Tits. Those are the heavy seven. Those are the ones that’ll infect your soul, curve your spine and keep the country from winning the war.

    Carlin was my hero at the time. He still is, actually. One of them, anyway.

    Larry:
    Brilliant thinkers, blasphemous tongues – they often go well together.

    ildi:
    I’m not usually a fan of long hair, but Pinker’s curly locks are gorgeous.

    Sarge:
    I’ll try to look up the article. Your friend’s mother sounds like someone I’d love to know.

    Postie:
    I never imagined I’d learn military lingo at an atheist blog. You and Sarge are giving me quite an education.

    Lorena:
    Thanks for the kind words.

     
  19. the chaplain

    February 11, 2010 at 10:19 pm

    I found this picture of General Omar Bradley wearing a cunt cap and had to share it:

     
  20. Sarge

    February 12, 2010 at 6:33 am

    One thing I have found is that it isn’t just the word, it’s how, where, and when they are used.

    When I was a kid, my sister and I formed one of our rare concordats around “Humpty-Dumpty”. My sister had discovered (somehow) that if she said that entities name in a certain nuanced way, with a certain look on her face, my mother would go into fantods. She would forbid us to “say it like THAT” and it was possible to push her over the edge into a screaming, slapping fremzy because we were saying it “wrong”.

    One has read that Sam Clemens’ vocabulary annoyed his wife, and one day she delivered herself of his customary words and asked him how HE liked it.
    He is said ti have considered it a bit, and said, “…the notes are there, but the MUSIC is wanting…” The story doesn’t say how much furniture got chunked at him or how much crockery got smashed over his head.
    Buuut, I see the same thing in the younger people who employ invective. They seem to use the same words over and over, and it’s just…well, words. Tedious, actually.

    The three civil war reenactment groups I am a member of each have very different standards. We have a great time in all of them, but in the evening around the camp fire during “Jubilation” (getting out the fiddles, guitars, banjos, bodhrans, and tamborines, plus singing) in some groups a good time is had with one set of songs, in another, we are a bit freer.
    Certain verses are added to “The Quarter Master Store”, “I’m the Man Who Rode the Mule Around the World”, plus, we plunge into “I Like a Moose” in one group that we don’t in another. Fun either way, but there are reasons why we are more circumspect, and they are pretty good, I think.

    In our more “open” groups, the teenagers, college kids, and twenty-somethings come away having learned the more vulgar verbal usages of other parts of the country and world, and they take these things back with them and are looked at as wits.

    Last summer, for instance, they learned that certain lunch meats were known as “horse dick” and that it was possible to ingest a “hee-haw hang-down on whole wheat” and/or a “pony pecker on pumpernickle” sandwich. I have very seldom seen people laugh that hard. We older vets just kind of looked at each other and shrugged.

    The military invective seems to deal with the products, process, and organs of reproduction, ingestion, and eleimination. But, the possibilities are endless.

    One of the navy recruiters is a very proactive young lady, and she has come to some of us in Civil Air Patrol and other programs (those of us who have military experience) and asked us to help with a preparation program. We teach the kids how to do certain drill things so that when they go in they’ll be a little ahead of the game and maybe avoid some invective and humiliation.

    Last time she was showing the kids how they would be laying out their clothing for inspection, and she took the watch cap and said, “Now, roll this up and shape it into a pussy (actually the navy term for it for at least the last half century)…” and not one person snickered and not one person cracked a smile.

    She is a charming, very lovely young lady…but scary…VERY scary…

     
  21. mutzali

    February 12, 2010 at 1:48 pm

    A few years ago, I was head of a volunteer group of band parents who worked refreshment booths during summer concerts at a local amphitheatre, to raise money for the high school marching band. Usually, it was a beer booth, so we had only adults working a 4-hour shift. When we worked OzzFest, we had a soda booth, so I had 8 high school kids working with me for an 8-hour shift. We were behind the audience, across from the daytime group stages (Ozzie and the other “name” groups didn’t start up until the evening part of the show.)
    The “music” was heavily punctuated with “fuck”, “fucking”, and “fuckers”. At first, the kids kept apologizing to me for the language being broadcast (I do swear, but I try not to use profanity or obscenity in front of other people’s children, whether or not they swear in front of me.) After about three hours of this, I actually heard my teenaged coworkers say “Don’t they know any other words?”

    So when one performer, after listless applause, screamed into the mike “Are you still fucking HERE?” I turned to these band kids, with a confused look on my face, and said “I don’t believe I’ve ever done that HERE! I’m sure I would remember fucking in a parking lot!”

     
  22. the chaplain

    February 13, 2010 at 8:42 am

    Sarge:
    I don’t think I’ll ever look at lunch meats the same way again. Or hats, for that matter.

    mutzali:
    Looking back on my band parent days, it’s funny to remember how careful the kids were to clean up their language when parents were around, and vice versa. One day I was sitting on a bus with a bunch of students, when a guy telling a story said something like, “I can’t repeat what I said next. My sailor’s tongue is too salty.” I let out a deep belly laugh. That kid was a riot. He had a great sense of humor and a refreshing way with words.

     
  23. PhillyChief

    February 13, 2010 at 9:41 am

    I haven’t yet learned if there’s a restriction for using certain terms in my classes, so I’ve erred on the side of caution when I can, although things generally slip out. For instance, technical difficulties prompt a “Jesus Christ!” quicker than I can think to hold it in. I’ve realized that I must be letting more out because many students now are referring to bad work as “looking like ass” which is one of my often used phrases yet I don’t recall using it in class.

    I have one student who is acutely aware of my self restraint, so he’s started adding the words for me. I think when I talk I pause when trying to think of genteel alternative words and in those pauses he blurts out what I wanted to say in the first place. Sadly, he’s only in one of my classes.

     
  24. the chaplain

    February 13, 2010 at 9:44 am

    “Looking like ass” – Whether that is a good thing or a bad thing depends on whose ass it looks like; some asses are much better looking than others. ;)

     
  25. Sarge

    February 13, 2010 at 11:20 am

    Last summer some of our twenty-somethings and college kids approached us older guys (veterans) and asked us a question about certain animals that we often invoked.

    When a certain amount of celerity was wanted, we would often require people to “take off like big-assed birds” or “run like stripped’ (pronounced ‘strye-ped” in correct usage)assed apes”.

    They had heard us use these expressions for some time, had discussed it among themselves (evidence that much, too much time hangs heavy from their hands)and wanted to know: exactly what kinds of birds and apes are we talking about??!!

    Joey, who is about the quickest thinking guy I’ve ever run across, explained that no one actually knew, they were nearly cryptofauna.

    These were creatures said to be capable of such astounding acceleration and velocity that no one had ever observed anything of them except their posterior parts: wide and deep on the avians, striped on the simians. That is why such creatures were used as by-words.

    The looks on their faces…

     
  26. Sarge

    February 13, 2010 at 11:22 am

    The kids, not the near crypto-fauna. No one’s ever see the front of those! ;-)

     
  27. Sarge

    February 13, 2010 at 11:29 am

    You sometimes get caught, though, in the same groups, I forget and speak sergeant, and I say, “I want every swingin’ “richard” here, canteens full, at…” (or something along that theme)

    The girls always grin, and say, “Do you want us, too? None of us HAS a ‘richard’”!

    Jibed at and made sport of simply because I come from a simpler, easier age…

     
  28. Spanish Inquisitor

    February 14, 2010 at 9:27 am

    Very interesting. I just downloaded a sample of it to my nook, and most likely will end up buying it.

    And I never, ever heard of a cunt cap before, but I was never in the military, and there are no military in my family. I come from a long line of draft dodgers. 8)

     
  29. the chaplain

    February 14, 2010 at 10:20 am

    SI:
    How do you like the nook? Judging from the pictures I googled, it’s a nice looking ereader. I like the fact that it supports color graphics. I think I’ll write a review of the kindle 2 soon – maybe for my next post.

     
  30. Spanish Inquisitor

    February 14, 2010 at 11:23 am

    The color graphics are on the smaller navigation screen, which operates like the keyboard on the Kindle. It’s a touch screen, and is nice, but the main event, the reading screen is just like the Kindle. I like that the operating system software is constantly being upgraded, and automatically loaded to the nook over the wireless network. There’s a lot of opportunity for separate apps, like a mini browser, etc. being written for it.

    So far I like it a lot. I just finished Columbine on it, my first book, and it was excellent. I may write someone on it on my blog.

     
  31. Spanish Inquisitor

    February 14, 2010 at 11:24 am

    Something, not one.

     
  32. PhillyChief

    February 14, 2010 at 11:35 am

    I just want to add, since someone once tried to make the argument that I was an Apple zealot, that the iPad is not really the best option as an ebook reader. First, the glossy screen is a distraction (I’m a screen snob) with glare and of course, smudges. Second, the Kindle (and I think the Nook as well) uses e-ink, which is a fancy-shmancy effect which makes the text look more like it would on paper and magically without burn in.

    The book shelves with the color covers and the page turning is snazzy though. ;)

     
  33. desertscope

    February 14, 2010 at 1:13 pm

    I thought I would hate the kindle, but I got one as a gift. I travel a lot for work and getting instant access to blogs, newspapers, and books has been very convenient. Also, as Philly says, the magic e-ink thingy makes it far more readable than I would have thought. I think the article-clipping feature is a little awkward. The fact that I could be on a month-long trip and bring along War and Peace, Les Miserables, a month’s worth of the New York Times, and blogs regularly updated makes it indispensable.

     
  34. Spanish Inquisitor

    February 14, 2010 at 3:13 pm

    …the iPad is not really the best option as an ebook reader

    From what I’ve seen, I tend to agree. Between being backlit and its size, it doesn’t seem all that suited for long term reading, or for mobility. I’ve sat a read this thing now for hours on end, with no apparent eye strain, though having some control over the font seems to help.

    I’m going away for a week at the end of the month, and my test will be taking this nook, and no other books. Will I miss paper?

     
  35. Spanish Inquisitor

    February 14, 2010 at 3:16 pm

    BY the way, Chappie. I read the prologue of Fuck and bought the whole book. While I was spending money, I also bought The Immortal Life of Henrieta Lacks. Check it out. It’s good so far.

     
  36. the chaplain

    February 14, 2010 at 5:15 pm

    desertscope:
    I like the fact that the kindle is not backlit – it’s very easy on the eyes.

    SI:
    I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised when you take your nook on a trip. When I’ve traveled, I’ve loved the convenience of having so much material at hand in such a sleek package. I’ll check out Henrietta soon; I want to head over to Amazon for another book anyway.

    I’m not going to write my kindle review tonight. I got new glasses this afternoon and I’m still adjusting to them. I can read stuff well with them, and I can see the TV fine, but I’m still adjusting to reading the computer monitor with them. I’ve got to figure out whether to tilt my laptop monitor more or less, whether to tilt my head more or less, whether to move the computer farther back or closer or what. Maybe I’ll have it all figured out by the time I get home from work tomorrow.

     

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