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One summer when I was 14, my friends and I walked to the distant corner of Long Island and screamed in an attempt to get rid of our pent up frustrations, you know, Garden State-style. Now thanks to social media, I get to do that every day online. This is both the beauty and the danger of the internet—we get to express our most uninhibited reactions, though we might face some consequences. Social media is used as a platform to further some truly abhorrent ideas—a reality of the internet Twitter is currently grappling with. Some people, however, still perform self-censorship in the most puzzling situations—holding onto what remains of “civilized discourse” by the skin of their teeth.

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On Thursday, for example, adult baby Piers Morgan called New York Times writer Charles Blow “gutless” after Blow wrote a harsh column about Trump. “Strong words, just might have been more courageous to say them to Trump’s face,” Morgan scolded. Gutless? Charles Blow ostensibly thought. I’ll show him!!

Yes, it appears the supposed great political commentators of our generation are still too afraid to write the word “fuck.”

Prominent pundits aren’t the only ones afraid to show their inner curse-word loving freak online.

Doesn’t being unable to type out the word fuck automatically render someone a snowflake as well? Makes you think.

If most guys you know talk that way, why can’t you write “pussy” on your shirt?

In this fascinating case of self-censorship, a Twitter user proclaims her love of anal but has the decency to censor herself where it really matters:

During the election, Viceland had a strong message for Trump—although one asterisk really neutered the message.

Here’s a Randy Rainbow song parody about Trump’s “grab ‘em by the pussy” line, with “pussy” bleeped out. Because nothing says brave political commentary like not even saying the “bad word” the guy you’re “making fun of” says.

Breitbart, the home of the alt-right, even censors “fuck” in their headlines.

Perhaps we should let go of this false notion of civility. Our national discourse demands we come to terms with words like “pussy,” “fuck,” and “bitch.” Donald Trump campaigned on a platform of vulgarity, and he won. In this case, self-censorship is largely futile, but moreover, it dilutes the meaning behind the violent statements we’re talking about. So don’t be a coward and say what you mean. After all, it’s 2016.