Oh, sure. It has indeed its place. There is a good moment in Dorothy L Sayers' Gaudy Night, in which Harriet comes back to college to find that someone has vandalised her room, and smashed up her treasured chessmen with a poker. She suffers an overwhelming moment of silent rage and horror; until, mercifully "she found the relief of bad language". But the kind of overuse of such language around here robs any of us of the potential of that relief. There is no relief to be found in the utterly overused commonplace. That is precisely my objection.

Not convinced? Dear me. Oh pooh! You are misguided...

~M~