\u201cI\u2019m not f\u2014ing apologizing for that,\u201d\u00a0screeched angry actress Amanda Seyfried, who had referred to Charlie Kirk as \u201chateful\u201d after his.\u201cI\u2019m not f—ing apologizing for that,\u201d\u00a0screeched angry actress Amanda Seyfried, who had referred to Charlie Kirk as \u201chateful\u201d after his assassination. \u201cI mean, for f—k\u2019s sake, I commented on one\u00a0thing\u2026. What I said was pretty damn factual, and I\u2019m free to have an opinion.\u201d I was alarmed and disappointed to\u2026<\/b>
\n\u201cI\u2019m not f\u2014ing apologizing for that,\u201d screeched angry actress Amanda Seyfried, who had referred to Charlie Kirk as \u201chateful\u201d after his assassination. \u201cI mean, for f\u2013k\u2019s sake, I commented on one thing\u2026. What I said was pretty damn factual, and I\u2019m free to have an opinion.\u201d
I was alarmed and disappointed to see such guttural language from Ms. Seyfried. For this family-friendly publication, I abbreviated the f-bombs. Read them silently to yourself, in original form, to get the full brunt and gut-punch.
So many of them, and indeed young women generally, have become terribly profane.
And though I was alarmed by Seyfried\u2019s language, I\u2019m sadly not surprised. After all, she is a modern celebrity woke woman. So many of them, and indeed young women generally, have become terribly profane.
Nonetheless, I was saddened because, gosh, Seyfried was such a cute gal when she playacted as the lovely \u201cCossette\u201d in the outstanding 2012 film adaptation of Les Mis\u00e9rables, starring Hugh Jackman, Russell Crowe, Anne Hathaway, and Eddie Redmayne. Redmayne was lucky enough to be Cosette\u2019s love interest, \u201cMarius.\u201d
Indeed, watch Cosette sing \u201cA Heart Full of Love\u201d to Marius and tell me your heart doesn\u2019t melt. Any red-blooded male would strap on a football helmet and run through a wall for that girl. Many a dude would wish he were Marius, looking into Seyfried-Cosette\u2019s loving eyes as she croons admiringly. Kind of like how every guy of my youth wished that Olivia Newton-John as \u201cSandy\u201d in Grease might have pictured themselves rather than John Travolta when she beautifully sang \u201cHopelessly Devoted to You.\u201d
Of course, one can\u2019t imagine the delightful Newton-John launching into an f-bomb tirade at anyone of her era, least of all a Republican. In fact, Olivia was a Reagan supporter. She was a nice girl on and off the screen who didn\u2019t swear like a truck driver. In fact, she immediately expressed grave doubts about racy lyrics in her hugely successful 1981 hit, \u201cPhysical.\u201d \u2018Goodness, maybe I\u2019ve gone too far!\u2019\u201d she blushed. She called her producer and said, \u201cWe\u2019ve got to pull this song!\u201d (RELATED: The Wreck of Feminist Hollywood)
Not only were the likes of Olivia Newton-John not vulgar, but neither were other glamorous gals of her genre. Can you imagine the splendid Karen Carpenter crooning \u201cThere\u2019s No Place Like F\u2014ing Home for the Holidays?\u201d Or go to the big screen. Can you visualize Ginger Rogers or Grace Kelly flipping the bird to Fred Astaire or Cary Grant and telling him to go \u201ceff\u201d himself? (RELATED: Feminism, the Nose-Ring Theory, and Our Potential Extinction)
No, dear reader, neither can I.
Imagine other such sordid spectacles.
Never was Audrey Hepburn prettier than in Breakfast at Tiffany\u2019s, where she played a sort of call-girl (the exact role based on Truman Capote\u2019s original work requires a more nuanced description), but even then, it\u2019s inconceivable that she would have cursed George Peppard in that taxi during the film\u2019s climax as Henry Mancini\u2019s \u201cMoon River\u201d soared in the background. Audrey spoke multiple languages (six, to be exact), but I bet this elegant creature didn\u2019t care to know how to translate \u201cf\u2014 you\u201d in French. (RELATED: Please Deliver Us From the Poorly-Behaved Women)
But then again, women back then had class.
Moving aside from Ms. Seyfried, I could give countless other modern examples. How about the sewage-slinging singer Adele?
I wrote about her last year when I came across a profanity-laced tirade that she cut loose on one of her own fans at a concert. \u201cAre you f\u2014ing stupid?\u201d barked Adele. \u201cDon\u2019t be so f\u2014ing ridiculous.\u201d Such outbursts from this musician\/vulgarian are hardly unusual. In July 2023, Adele taunted a fan: \u201cI f\u2014ing dare you. I dare you to throw something at me, and I\u2019ll f\u2014ing kill you.\u201d
Hmm, nice girl. Not the kind I would want to bring home to meet mom, or that I would want my sons bringing home: \u201cHey, dad, here\u2019s my f\u2014ing fianc\u00e9!\u201d
All of this begs the question.
How do women like Adele and Seyfried develop such dirty mouths? Didn\u2019t their mothers teach them better? Did they ever get their mouths washed out with soap? You\u2019ve heard the expression, \u201cSpare the rod, spoil the child?\u201d How about a twist? I say, \u201cSpare the soap, soil the mouth.\u201d The dirty language spits out so fluidly from the mouths of these women that, gadzooks, I would be afraid to kiss them \u2014 even with the charming Seyfried as \u201cCosette\u201d warbling to me. I would\u2019ve considered myself a lucky guy then, but maybe not now. I\u2019d be afraid of her biting my lip!
Alas, this is yet another troubling indicator of our degenerative culture. Once upon a time, it was men who swore like sailors and construction workers, while the ladies shook their fingers, attempting to civilize us. But now, even the ladies, well, don\u2019t act like ladies.
It is a shame. Girls, clean up your act.<\/p>\n