I think that all words are good, what is bad is the use made of them, the intonation given to them. and the context we place them in.

In my country, these words joined in gross, vulgar and obscene phrases have taken over the streets. They are in the mouths of the youngest, children, and incredibly, in the mouths of men and women who, at their age, should know how to behave.  In every case they reflect a great lack of self-esteem.  There are very strong words, so strong that they sound like a punch in the face.

Not long ago I was stepping out into the street and closing the door of the building where I live, when I heard a baby babbling and the voice of a child screaming at the top of his lungs, “not by my co…!”  “How,” I exclaimed, could I be hearing cajones in the open street?!”  The child in question looked at me defiantly,  and very upset he corrected me.  “Cajones, no! Co!!” and joining the word to the action he touched his genitals.  I understood that it was useless to continue and walked off toward the bus stop.  There was a crowd of people there, when suddenly a group of young people in their school uniforms, milling about and starting to should, pushing those of us in line.  I heard the voice of one of them shouting that whoever was last in line was a faggot.  I was frightened (well not very, really), but that wasn’t all.  One of the young girls, also in uniform, who with elbow jabs managed to sit down, nearly fell out of the window to shout to another one on the sidewalk, “Run ‘ho, to catch the bus.”

It is very sad that this is an everyday thing, which is why when some youngster (which fortunately there aren’t many of) approaches with respect, says “excuse me,” greets us or gives up their seat on the bus, we look at them with shock and awe, thinking maybe we’re in presence of an extraterrestrial.

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