The F-word in the arts and on the marquee

We don't always say it when we say it. We say the f-word. We drop f-bombs. We say effing, freaking, flipping. The conservative among us say fudge or firetruck; the nerdier among us say frack. We use dashes and asterisks and parades of punctuation whose length is directly proportional to our emphasis. We say "mother--" or "what the . . ." and let our voices trail off. We spell it in front of the kids. We say it in hate, in outrage, in pain, in awe, in exhaustion, in lust, in disgust. It is pe...