Do you feel intense cringe when the novel MC swears?

[Kenjona]

Honestly when I read novels that explains the background of mc before they get isekai'd or whatever, I usually think ehhh and will probably drop it after 6 chapters. Like seriously, don't explain to the readers whatever the hell the mc is or was. Just show me how the mc is supposed to be like based on his background and give us bits of info about his past every now and then when it is relevant. This is because when authors written that their mc have 8 PhDs or whatever, my imagination already have an understanding of their personality and behaviour. People like those are true intellectuals, they don't act immaturely or in a lacking way. The moment they step a bit out of line, my imagination of them being experts fall off and just ruins the experience.
Authors need to know that the smartest characters you can write will only be as smart as yourself. So by writing characters that are supposed to be smarter than you, you actually have no idea on how to write them realistically. Of course, you can always research what those type of people are like but last time I did that I dug myself into a rabbit hole for a week lmao.

Did not just want to click the like button. But, yes whole heartedly agree, though I admit maybe a tad more tolerance then what you wrote, but not by much.

Edited: For a spelling error I only spotted after hitting post.

 

[TsumiHokiro]

I don't mean swearing at the appropriate moments like if someone close died or something painful happened etc but just general swearing.

Example:

Spoiler

Yet, this was not the end.

('Hm?') John stirred as he felt a strange sensation enveloping him.

('Didn't I... die?')

John wasn't sure what was happening, but he was relatively certain he was to die when he last felt his consciousness slipping in the hospital, his last sight being that of hastened doctors injecting him with something or the other.

('I guess not? But what the fuck did they wrap me in? A jelly coated condom?')

He could barely move, yet could feel that he was in a fetal position though.

('I'm going to sue these motherfuckers so hard, there is no way this falls within ethical practice. Can't they just let me chill in peace for fuck's sake?') He cursed.

Just then, he felt a force pushing onto him, it seemingly pushed down on his butt attempting to push him through what seemed to be an opening of some sorts. At this point he was positive that something was definitely off, he was just far too bewildered and frightened to even attempt making heads or tails of this situation. A few seconds later, he felt his body being forced out of an opening, and that's when he panicked, calling for help.

"waaaaaaaaaa!" Was what actually escaped his mouth.

('Eh...? Did I just... cry?')

He opened his eyes, only to behold a giant woman holding him.

('No, she's not giant... I'm the one who's small!') He barely managed to glance with his stubbornly half-closed eyes, at his clenched folded tiny arms, horrified.

"Quick, treat her! Her breathing is dangerously shallow and pupils are dilated."

What ensued was a long session of attempting to stabilize his biological mother's condition. The presumed-doctors and nurses all diligently performed variety of actions with great determination, but alas, to no avail. Slowly but surely, her eyes lost their light, yet they never once turned away from John.

"Time of death, 17:42."

John didn't understand the language they spoke, but he understood what had happened. Although he still half-believed this was some hallucination, he felt a pang of grief even as his consciousness drifted away.

('Fuck me... Please let this be a drea...')

Alas, fate deigned to ignore his wish, yet again.

**********

He woke up later that evening in a daze, yet he needed only one moment to know that that was no hallucination. He really was reborn as a baby, despite how absurd the notion seemed to him. He was in a rather small medical room, waddled in a thick towel in a wooden cradle, the room had windows on opposite sides of the room, one leading outside and the other to the corridor where he could see nurses and doctors walking through occasionally through the gaps in cradle. He glanced around only to realize he was not alone, there were several other babies just like him in their own cradles.

('An incubation room.')

He sighed. He hadn't the faintest idea where he was, but judging from the foreign language they spoke in, as well as the difference in clothing and even architecture, he was far, far away from the US.

('It's not just that, the technological level of this place is really low. Incubation rooms like this are filled with devices that monitor babies' vitals, furthermore, there was no electronic technology when they delivered me either. Even this room doesn't have any lights, just lamps.')

That being said, the lamps were strange, the source of light was not fire, which flickered whereas the the lamp's light did not waver, it most certainly wasn't electricity. In fact, as far as he could tell there was no electricity in the room at all. It really was a bewildering notion to someone from the 21st century, was there really a nation with such primitive technology? John wasn't sure.

('This is insane, this shouldn't be fucking possible. What the fuck is happening?')

Dude's supposed to be 59 years old but I don't buy it.
Background:

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By the age of twenty-five, he had obtained a bachelor's degree in Physics and a diploma in human anatomy, and a minor degree in statistics and probability. Armed with the knowledge of these three fields as his foundation, he spent all his time performing research on martial arts and combat sports. He would perform surveys, studies and experiments on different martial arts and gather data on several variables and attributes on them and draw conclusions as well as hypotheses based on them before publishing them in respected peer-reviewed journals.

And then, he died. At the age of fifty-nine, his already-compromised lungs collapsed, and he passed away a peaceful death.

I don't mind swearing, it can be a powerful tool when used appropriately but when used so blatantly without a story reason [example: used to be a gangster], I can't help but think I'm reading something immature written by an angsty teen. It reads like cringe to be honest.

Funny of you to think that people who have Degrees don't curse… I wish my time at the University was anything but not full of cursing! Well, let me phrase that better: when I studied Linguistics, we did some very creative studies in the art of swearing, and some less glamourful forms of expression like Tagging, Meme, Cat language and other form of Internet Language instead of dedicating our time to learning texts by consecrated names like Shakespeare, Poe, Dickens, and Twain. Oh, I did study those enough, just that we at University have an understanding that words that used to be considered curses are now used in the most prude of the contests ever! There will be a time when "Fuck" will be the go-to word for "fornication" instead of said word I'm sure, and people are going to be oh-so-surprised when they go through these archaic texts of people complaining of so many words of character instead of real slangs! Colour me surprised what they might be…

As for the age, it is no surprise that as people age they are usually beset with no few cases of dementia. Older people's brain always work differently from younger people, and the frontal lobe is typically less restrictive of what should be appropriate language and what should not, not to mention that they also weight vocabulary differently from what you and I would: some words might be taboo now, whereas 40 years ago they were very much the "go-to" expressions for describing people who could not hear nor speak, something if we were to reproduce nowadays we would incur in severe indiscretion, oh no! Not to mention that people from different area will feel more or less comfortable with varying degree of slang usage, with different slangs, and their age should also be taken into account. Heck, what for some might be slang might not even count for others! Language is such a queer thing, after all…

And as for slangs, be them curses or not, they are a way for you developing your character's, well, character! How else would you express their uniqueness if not through words? With actions, of course! So a few nicely placed, consistent usage and well reminded odd words here and there you can express that your character is either that psychopath who thirst for blood, and in their minds they see everyone as a meat bag ready for the slaughter, or a sacrosanct sociopath who thinks everyone needs to sit on a bench and have their sins confessed to their overwhelming God, so their souls can be saved before They arrive! And a bit of swearing is definitely the least of my worries considering I'm probably going to be reading a lot about people being disembowelled alive, their minds picked apart, all in the name of the better good, or not, often just because people just have problems.

 

[RepresentingWrath]

Funny of you to think that people who have Degrees don't curse… I wish my time at the University was anything but not full of cursing! Well, let me phrase that better: when I studied Linguistics, we did some very creative studies in the art of swearing, and some less glamourful forms of expression like Tagging, Meme, Cat language and other form of Internet Language instead of dedicating our time to learning texts by consecrated names like Shakespeare, Poe, Dickens, and Twain. Oh, I did study those enough, just that we at University have an understanding that words that used to be considered curses are now used in the most prude of the contests ever! There will be a time when "Fuck" will be the go-to word for "fornication" instead of said word I'm sure, and people are going to be oh-so-surprised when they go through these archaic texts of people complaining of so many words of character instead of real slangs! Colour me surprised what they might be…

As for the age, it is no surprise that as people age they are usually beset with no few cases of dementia. Older people's brain always work differently from younger people, and the frontal lobe is typically less restrictive of what should be appropriate language and what should not, not to mention that they also weight vocabulary differently from what you and I would: some words might be taboo now, whereas 40 years ago they were very much the "go-to" expressions for describing people who could not hear nor speak, something if we were to reproduce nowadays we would incur in severe indiscretion, oh no! Not to mention that people from different area will feel more or less comfortable with varying degree of slang usage, with different slangs, and their age should also be taken into account. Heck, what for some might be slang might not even count for others! Language is such a queer thing, after all…

And as for slangs, be them curses or not, they are a way for you developing your character's, well, character! How else would you express their uniqueness if not through words? With actions, of course! So a few nicely placed, consistent usage and well reminded odd words here and there you can express that your character is either that psychopath who thirst for blood, and in their minds they see everyone as a meat bag ready for the slaughter, or a sacrosanct sociopath who thinks everyone needs to sit on a bench and have their sins confessed to their overwhelming God, so their souls can be saved before They arrive! And a bit of swearing if definitely the least of my worries considering I'm probably going to be reading a lot about people being disembowelled alive, their minds picked apart, all in the name of the better good, or not, often just because people just have problems.

Eat a cookie.