“I’m not f—ing apologizing for that,” screeched angry actress Amanda Seyfried, who had referred to Charlie Kirk as “hateful” after his assassination. “I mean, for f–k’s sake, I commented on one thing…. What I said was pretty damn factual, and I’m free to have an opinion.”
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’s language, I’m 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 “Cossette” in the outstanding 2012 film adaptation of Les Misérables, starring Hugh Jackman, Russell Crowe, Anne Hathaway, and Eddie Redmayne. Redmayne was lucky enough to be Cosette’s love interest, “Marius.”
Indeed, watch Cosette sing “A Heart Full of Love” to Marius and tell me your heart doesn’t 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’s loving eyes as she croons admiringly. Kind of like how every guy of my youth wished that Olivia Newton-John as “Sandy” in Grease might have pictured themselves rather than John Travolta when she beautifully sang “Hopelessly Devoted to You.”
Of course, one can’t 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’t swear like a truck driver. In fact, she immediately expressed grave doubts about racy lyrics in her hugely successful 1981 hit, “Physical.” ‘Goodness, maybe I’ve gone too far!’” she blushed. She called her producer and said, “We’ve got to pull this song!” (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 “There’s No Place Like F—ing Home for the Holidays?” 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 “eff” 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’s, where she played a sort of call-girl (the exact role based on Truman Capote’s original work requires a more nuanced description), but even then, it’s inconceivable that she would have cursed George Peppard in that taxi during the film’s climax as Henry Mancini’s “Moon River” soared in the background. Audrey spoke multiple languages (six, to be exact), but I bet this elegant creature didn’t care to know how to translate “f— you” 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. “Are you f—ing stupid?” barked Adele. “Don’t be so f—ing ridiculous.” Such outbursts from this musician/vulgarian are hardly unusual. In July 2023, Adele taunted a fan: “I f—ing dare you. I dare you to throw something at me, and I’ll f—ing kill you.”
Hmm, nice girl. Not the kind I would want to bring home to meet mom, or that I would want my sons bringing home: “Hey, dad, here’s my f—ing fiancé!”
All of this begs the question.
How do women like Adele and Seyfried develop such dirty mouths? Didn’t their mothers teach them better? Did they ever get their mouths washed out with soap? You’ve heard the expression, “Spare the rod, spoil the child?” How about a twist? I say, “Spare the soap, soil the mouth.” The dirty language spits out so fluidly from the mouths of these women that, gadzooks, I would be afraid to kiss them — even with the charming Seyfried as “Cosette” warbling to me. I would’ve considered myself a lucky guy then, but maybe not now. I’d 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’t act like ladies.
It is a shame. Girls, clean up your act.
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