I love all swear words. As a child growing up, we were not even allowed to say ‘Damn’ or ‘Blast’ as our mother deemed it blaspheming, (that on top of the obvious no no’s ‘God’ or ‘Jesus’). The F word is now thought to date back to 1300’s and before this earlier documented reference, certainly to to the 1400’s. I would just thank your lucky stars you don’t get it popping up in Downton or your favourite Jane Austin novel or tv serialisations. I would definitely give the Oscar Winning The Favourite a miss though, if such words offend your sensibilities. I was fairly shocked by the language in that, too low even for me - even after factoring in my tolerance for the bawdy.
I would say to those brought up as l was, swearing was undoubtedly deemed to be ‘common’ along with many other random no no’s. High lighted hair, (streaks in those days), long fingernails, painted fingernails, smoking outside (especially women), going to the pub (especially women) and so it went on. I do have to confess to a real affection for my red telephone (with dial and curly cable - the bring bring one!). I know categorically that it was deemed a shockingly ‘common’ phone. (Cream, two tone brown or two toned green were acceptable in respectable homes.) So for me swearing was that thing that was beyond the pale and therefore something you longed to do. (As was owning a pair of shoes from ‘Happy Harry’s’ instead of ‘Clarkes’!) All that said, l am happy not to swear if it causes offence - and l do check. If someone objects, l happily desist. This is easy for me as l never swore in front of my parents and can turn it on and off at will according to the company l am keeping at the time. As such it is an affectation rather than a habit!