Cursing… I’ve written about it before, and my feelings are pretty much the same – in a nutshell, I think language is better served without lots of cursing. I even thought the recent Modern Family episode that got a lot of attention for little Lilly’s ‘hilarious’ cursing was silly, and – while I wasn’t offended by it – I thought it was kind of a lame storyline for such a brilliant show.

Once in a while, I do believe that a juicy curse word can really spice up a sentence.  Not for kids – I firmly believe that anyone under 18 should keep their mouth squeaky clean. (Yeah, I know, pulled that one right from the file of Do What I Say and Not What I Did. But anyway…) Whereas I think adults should reserve the right to occasionally punctuate a thought with a pithy curse word, I’ve noticed lately I’ve been using a bit more of that kind of ‘spice’ than normal.

Case in point: yesterday’s blog. Re-reading it, I actually cringed when I read the word “sh**” twice in one blog. (See how prudish I’m feeling today – I can’t even spell the word out without censoring myself!) It wasn’t so awkward that I felt the need to go back in and edit the words out, but still… I guess I’m getting influenced by my surroundings.

Anyone who follows me on Twitter or Facebook knows I work for the famous Paul Fisher, ex agent to supermodels like Naomi Campbell and Stephanie Seymour and current star of the docu-series Remodeled. And anyone who has watched Paul on the show knows he is no stranger to foul language. The thing is – it works for him. It works for his assistant Joseph too, because Joseph is funny and dark and sour.

But for me… mom of 3, student of Kabbalah, and Director of The Network Community & Wellness Program for models & talent… not so much.

Time to f***-ing clean up my act!

Sorry, couldn’t resist.

c/xo,

Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)

They don't make villains like Snidely Whiplash any more. Ah, the golden days of yore. And of television. And of cursing.