Behind the closed doors of your house, maybe.
You live in a bubble.
Behind closed doors of lots and lots of places that aren't my home. In the stands at any football game in the country. In gas stations, barber shops, board rooms, nursing homes, restaurants, bars... pretty much anywhere people get together. I've heard it from minimum-wage meth head convenience store clerks to multi-millionaire heads of major companies.
People say it, people think it. To pretend otherwise and to have all this sham outrage is ridiculous.
Yeah, I've said it. Pretty sure I'll say it again. Not going to hell for saying or thinking that word. I've screamed it at some idiot in a ramshackle car with plastic wrap for windows who cut in front of me and nearly caused me to wreck. I may have uttered it in disgust after watching riots, violence and total thuggery on TV.
It's the word that comes to mind when I watch videos like this.
Every babbling fool on TV who's put the nails in Cooper has done so with one eye toward his own past wondering if somebody has a video of them in a private moment expressing themselves in a less than decorous manner.
Difference between me and the rest? I'm not going to be a sanctimonious twit about it. It's a word. There's a lot more to be offended over than that. Grow up. Get over it.