Is "C" really that bad?

Last night I was out, sitting around a patio table, surrounded by the presence of some fine feminine company. Somehow the subject came up about the appropriate use of the "C" word. I was surprised by the absolute contempt that was displayed for those simple four letters.

It’s the final taboo. The "fuck" of the new millennium, cunt....there I said it. CUNT! Cunty, cunt-cunt-cunt....that actually felt good......maybe I should sing it?...oh cunty, cunty, cunty, cunt.

Not even cock-sucker and mother-fucker are greeted with the same vile as the dreaded "C" word by women. It’s as if it attacks their very being, the essential essence of what they are........anyway, the general consensus by my little female community was, they would use this word only as a last resort at the end of the rage tether, when making derogatory comments toward another female, and that’s it.

Not one said, they would accept such language when stubbing a big toe.
Not one said, they would use it as a road-rage companion when flipping off idiot drivers, or ex-lovers, or dinner time cold-calls.
And not one said, they wanted to hear it in bed during the heat of passion.

I have tried many times to use this word in a, "talk dirty to me," kind-of-way while dressing it up with pretty adjectives like, sweet, hot, wet, and beautiful, (Never use large BTW). Outside of one occasion when I mumbled my phrase through a mouthful of it, was I greeted with anything but the glaring heat of death from dagger eyes.

Of course, my girl D, doesn’t care if I use it in any context. She’s not like other women I’ve known. She doesn’t blink an eye when I use it as I see fit. I can use it to scold a stuck zipper, an empty jar of mustard, or call the cat. It's all good. I don't have to worry about her charging at me with a barbeque fork. She often refers to me as Scab-puss-bucket anyway, so it evens out, (it’s a loving relationship).

The Pandora’s box is open. Comments?