Maps of cussing
My stepdaughter suffers from my plainspoken ways. When last I visited, her husband slipped while descending the stairs in socks. Behind him, watching him bump from step to step and fearful for his spine, I let out an automatic “shit!” It turns out that the swear words we use display geographic regularities. I was raised and still live in the “shit belt,” shown in orange on the map left. Had I been raised in Kansas, I might have said “darn.” Hardly seems the same.