To swear or not to swear, that is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer or cry out “SON OF A BITCH” when things go awry?
When I first moved to Minnesota I was surprised that people didn’t swear as much. Rather, they substituted for swear words. I quickly found that saying “oh for cat’s sake” or “H-E-double hockey sticks” wasn’t going to work for me.