Over lunch one day with a refined relative I tried to open a discussion about language and started by saying that, of course, words only have the meaning and value a society gives them.
The relative asked for examples.
I told them that, in Dutch, a fokker is a respectable term for a person who breeds animals, and your kont is your bottom, a word you'd use with small children.
"I always knew the Dutch are filthy" was the response.
Personally I like properly blasphemous terms, which says lots about my upbringing.