I'll never forget that first Thanksgiving dinner when my older sister, home for the first time on vacation from her university, inadvertently knocked over a water glass and rather casually exclaimed, "Oh shit".
My mother and I tried hard to contain our laughter while my normally calm and liberal father blew his stack, and the meal ended, not in relishing the traditional pumpkin pie but in copious tears.
That was not the kind of language permissible in polite society, especially from girls and, more specifically, not from my sister.
And certainly not on the airwaves.
If I remember correctly . . .