My parents were consistant.
I was never asked to get up-- I was told to hit the floor running boy. Once!
I was never asked to do my chores-- I was told that I wasn't born with a siver spoon in my mouth, so work was what I had to look forward to, so I best get used to it.
Invite people over for birthday? Why? I was told happy birthday, then told to get to school or work.
Take away 4-wheeler. Didn't have one, Dad said I was born with feet, so use'em.
Curse my Dad or Mom. Nope never did, as proof of that I am still here and breathing. Dad's 86 now, if I cussed him he wouldn't beat me today, he knows he's to old, he's liable to shoot me. I can't imagine speaking a profanity in my mother's presence, let alone cussing her. When I was a child or teenager, if I would have done that, I can't swear they would have killed me, but me being in pain would have been the result.
I remember vividly I was 15 or 16, Saturady morning helping my mother clean house. Being a young male it had occurred to me that mopping the floor was beneath my dignity. So I gave it a half arse effort. Mom corrected me a few times, made me remop, rerinse, and rebuff the kitchen. By that time I had, had enough. I remember I bowed up my back and with as much anger as I could muster, through gritted teeth, I told Mom, that she didn't do anything, it was me doing all the cleaning and I was tired of being treated like a slave. Mom didn't say a word, she advanced on me, taking the mop out of my hand, I figured oh boy, no more mopping. Here's where things went wrong. Mom took that wet mop, turned it around and swirling it like a samuri sword she began to beat me from toenails to tophat. She ain't said a word, but when she finally let up, I was a quivering mass of young male humanity crouched in the corner. Told Mom that she better sit down and rest, and I would finish the floors and the dusting and the laundry and the sidewalks and fix her a nice cup of coffeee too!
That a member of the house was allowed to curse anyone else in the house, let alone their father, with out dire consiquences, is amazing.