The New York Times notoriously avoids printing curse words. They don’t print “fucks.” They don’t print “Fucked Up,” even when reviewing their album. They don’t even like printing “screw.” Watching their writers and editors weasel out of shit not fit to print is like reading absurdist literature. There’s Tumblr that highlights various instances of the strange shit that is Fit To Print, such as…
The title of that number is “No Fuck.” Related: Mother Jones’ omitted expletive guessing game.
