I’ve been told I curse like a sailor. And I do. I like the F-word, the S-word, all the words that would be filed under “expletives.” My mom thinks it’s crass. My stepdad thinks it’s unladylike. I don’t care, and I don’t think it’s a big deal. Turns out I might be right about that, because people like me, the ones who curse freely and say whatever comes to their brain, tend to do better on a handful of measures that psychologists take pretty seri…