In my Caribbean homeland, getting cussed in French patois means getting properly and indubitably insulted. The word ‘fuck’ and its modifiers are mild compared to the degree of injury a Kweyol tongue can inflict.
Surely, cussing is not for everyone, everywhere, every time (nothing is!). Like most people, I don’t relish my ‘cuss buds’ and I do feel uncomfortable when profanity is used around me, to a great extent in fact. But it happens. Here are a few of the instances where I find it acceptable:
1.During a steamy sexual encounter when the lateral orbitofrontal cortex shuts and you’re almost literally at a loss for words (at least words that make sense).
2. When you’re presented with only two options 1) Strangle the said individual 2) Subject the said individual to a tongue lashing
3.As an evolved version of the yelp
4.When you don’t want to be accused of speaking above people’s heads. If that’s the language they understand, you must comply