I understand the thinking behind — and, to a degree the need for — censorship. I’m no prude, but I also think dropping careless numbers of f-bombs around a toddler is irresponsible. The reason we censor language, in my opinion, is not because it will destroy society, or cause the yearly rape average to skyrocket, but it instead helps children form a more useful vocabulary.

Anyone that followed my Twitter account for the past 4 years, or listened to me on a podcast, knows that I’m no stranger to the use of “colorful” language myself, but even I understand there’s a time and place for it. Why then are some people so offended by its use, yet not offended by the hilariously lackadaisical manor in which censorship is applied?

What got this blog started was my experience of just now listening to a song on the radio, and hearing every vulgar word being only 25% removed. Hearing a singer scream about this being “your FU-(silence) nightmare!” doesn’t leave many options. My “FUNNY” nightmare? Was it about clowns?

And that’s my point. The way music, movies, and especially games censor things makes the practice utterly useless. You can always tell what word was cut, or where the nipple is that you’re NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE (and that you likely wouldn’t have even noticed, anyway, unless you’re hard-up for some material for “alone time”) by a giant area of the screen being blurred, or what was supposed to happen during a crazy-short scene that ends right before a blade slices through someone’s neck.

The latter of which is the worst offender, in my opinion, because violence is strangely treated as less of an issue than nudity. Really, if you think the act of one human murdering another isn’t more offensive than some side-boob, you should probably go fu– yourself.

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