It's a social media thing. Supposedly posts get deprioritized by the algorithm if they contain "family unfriendly" words like kill or drug references. No idea if it's actually true or just a myth, but it's why users edit out innocuous words in these screenshots.
Lots of social media now deprioritizes "advertiser unfriendly" content. Especially TikTok. So, the response to that is to self-censor so that you still reach full engagement. It's an arms race to keep swearing without the algorithms silencing you for doing so.
Honestly at this point it's just engagement bait. Yes, the trend is awful and terrible and stupid, but also people cannot resist the temptation of calling that out as well, so now it serves double-duty of being easy comment farming (note: this applies more to places like reddit than here on Lemmy, but I'm speaking in generalities here).
It's a kind of damned if you do, damned if you don't thing in terms of responding to this stupid self-censorship.
Listening to a folk punk song that uses the word fuck to great effect on Spotify yesterday, wondering why the fuck the line 'If you fuck up I will still be your friend' reads 'If you f up'.
I just don't get it. Fuck is a valid, if vulgar, part of the common English lexicon. It serves a purpose.
Also folk punk is supposed to be rough. It’s gonna curse. It’s gonna have drugs. And it’s gonna ask you how we’re supposed to fucking live without being high all the damn time. Clean folk punk is just political theory harshly sang and accompanied with banjo
My daughter once asked me, "Do rainbows stop the rain?"
She was three and, in my opinion, very insightful. These rainbows keep showing up right about the time the rain stops. A little too convenient to be a coincidence, right?
And every time when the rainbow appears and the rain stops, the clouds float away and it's sunny again. It's almost as if all of these things are connected somehow.
Another nugget of wisdom from her: one time she asks me, cryptically, "What happens when the wind blows?"
It just sounds like such a profound question. So I'm wracking my brain to figure out where she's going with this, and eventually I say, "I don't know."
Hey, if the little guy wants to stand in a stooped position and drool and think about birds flapping their wings to generate wind, who are you to get in the way of his dreams. Be an enabler.