There was once a time where I was averse to swearing and chose not to partake in such "brutish" wording, as I called it. Of course I tossed the sentiment to the wind when I realized it didn't make you more or less of a person to swear, considering how great a person my father is. I grew up with copious swearing, yet there I was, refusing to say it.
Sometimes it makes me wonder if I just love to go against certain "popular" things. I could delve into some opinions on those things here, but I'll leave that to private conversations.