Sorority e-mail writer, N.D. news anchorman: They needed mom's swear jar
A profanity-laced e-mail by a sorority sister gets her reputation from Alpha to persona-non-Gamma right after a news anchorman for a North Dakota television station was fired for opening his first-ever broadcast with obscenities. It鈥檚 time to find a cure for sailor鈥檚 mouth before our kids become the next to lose face and future over a slip of the lip that sinks their professional ship.
A Delta Gamma sister at the University of Maryland聽is 鈥渞esigning鈥� from her聽sorority聽after her F-bomb rant in e-mail sparked a viral, media-frenzy. Last week the headlines were all about A.J. Clemente, new weekend news anchorman for Bismarck, N.D., television station KFYR when, as his co-anchor was making the introduction on air he failed to realize his microphone was live as he dropped some choice obscenities.
Sadly, I can imagine the shock and awe their parents felt upon seeing their kids on the news for foul-mouthed fails. I wonder if the parents swore roundly when they first heard about the incidents?
I can say with all honesty that if I were in their positions I would have struggled mightily not to let fly with a few expletives.
I don鈥檛 drink, smoke, do any sort of drug and have even given up coffee and Red Bull, but swearing is still, despite all efforts, my Achillies heel. I blame it on my former New York Times, New Jersey section editor who used the F-bomb as every part of speech and punctuation as well.
When I first began working for the Times as a stringer, about 15 years ago, I didn鈥檛 need to delete expletives from my speech, let alone e-mails because I just plain didn鈥檛 use them. However, after several years of multiple daily phone calls with my section editor, I became so desensitized to the word that I began to use it with regularity.
That came to an abrupt halt when I was out on assignment one day and my mother came to our house to babysit the boys while I was out doing an interview. When I returned home mom told me, 鈥淎 man called claiming to be from The New York Times. He expects you to call him back. I told him I鈥檇 see about that.鈥�
That is all she told me at that time. The following story comes from the aforementioned contrite and swear-free editor who answered my return call. The story requires a moment of background.
This editor habitually called with a greeting that was never, 鈥渉ello,鈥� but a rapid-fire, no breaths or prisoners bark full of F-bomb adjectives.
Mom and I have almost identical 鈥減hone voices鈥� and her hello triggered the floodgates of salty greeting when the editor rang me up that morning.
The editor moaned: "I swore at your mother! How upset is she? What did she say?鈥�
Even now I remember the icy trickle down my spine as he unfolded the story in technicolorful language and detail. We had a 鈥渃urse jar鈥� in our house, and allowance would be eaten alive by it if you uttered a profanity. Today, in our house, cursing gets you more chores, and if you swear while doing them, the chores multiply like rabbits.
Back to the editor鈥檚 call where, apparently, Mom listened and listened and then took a few breaths before saying to him, in what I can imagine was the tone of a disdainful snow queen, 鈥淚 am terribly sorry, SIR, but my daughter is not in at the moment. If you will give me your name I will give her some of your message.鈥�
When I got off the phone there was my mother, sitting at my dining room table with a cup of coffee and The New York Times. She was crisply turning the pages. Nobody can turn a page and make it sound like a whipcrack of ire like my mom. I now do the same thing and it is the universal 鈥淟ookout! Mom鈥檚 peeved,鈥� signal in our house to hear a page turned in anger.
鈥淭hat man鈥檚 a bad influence on you. Now I see where all your swearing is coming from,鈥� she said. I was a grown woman with three children at the time and at that moment I was looking at the toes of my pumps in total childhood disgrace.
It put up a firewall between my brain and my mouth from that day on because the fact was that I hadn鈥檛 even realized I鈥檇 sworn in her presence during her visits. That meant I was swearing in earshot of the boys. Double epic fail! However, once you have broken that barrier to bad language, it鈥檚 a struggle to keep the new wall in place. Hence, I am even more tough on the boys during those times when the chore load fails to keep them in check.
This week must be a bad week for good words because the chore load wasn鈥檛 doing the job with my 17-year-old. I made him read the recent stories about the sorority girl and news anchor and offered him the alternative of using his natural humor as countermeasures to swearing.
His naturally rebellious almost-18 attitude inspired him to mock the idea with 鈥淥K, so I drop a hammer on my foot and yell 鈥極h Frootloops?鈥� Seriously?鈥�
