Say you are phobic of the word fuck. It makes you nuts. It’s immoral in your eyes. You think it’s in bad taste.
Then you don’t get to use the phrase ‘WTF’. It’s ‘what the fuck’ everybody knows it. You don’t get to used the (now) word ‘snafu’. It’s ‘situation normal all fucked up’. Everybody knows it.
It’s like if you were phobic of the number 4. It makes you nuts. It’s immoral in your eyes. You think it’s in bad taste. Instead, you represent it as 2+2. On odd days when you’re feeling creative you mention it as 3+1 or 7-3. EVERYBODY KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT! One more step, or insider knowledge of a phrase doesn’t make your writing ‘WTF’ any more of a moral or DECENT that my writing ‘stop saying what the fuck!’
If you aren’t brazen or crass enough to use the word, than you don’t get to water it down with a representation. It’s a great word. If you want to use the IDEA – the word comes with it. KNOCK IT OFF – you acronym crusaders! Because FYI w/o u I ROTFLMAO J/K JMO!!! AHH!
I was taught to cuss by my grampa (a sailor, of course) at age 6. I can still hear his words now, calling grama a ‘fucking bitch’ up in heaven (he said worse about the women that didn’t marry him). He gave me a love of ‘bad’ words, a legacy that I will never forget. Some day I plan to pass that on to my own grandchildren (once I have kids of my own first). And I plan on teaching them to have respect for curse words and not to under appreciate them with initials.