This is dirty work, sifting through all of these dastardly words and phrases to perform the vital function of informing Nickie's readers of how to understand these verbal terds. But, as the blog's literary critic and being fluent in English and completely understanding the wickedness and vapidity of postmodernism, I believe that it is my duty to perfom this public service.
Here are those words and phrases that did not quite crack the Top 10:
"Eco-friendly" or "Green" -- A type of unadulterated B.S., and normally used to guilt white suburbanites into parting with large quantities of greenbacks and/or otherwise reducing their standard of living. "Raise Awareness" -- To promote the advancement of some sort of unadulterated B.S..
"Extremists" -- Liberal definition: Any actual (jihadis) or supposed (conservative) evil that liberals can't bring themselves to actually define, for fear of mobilizing Americans in righteous indignation and coordinated opposition to liberalism itself.
"Undocumented workers/immigrants" -- Key constituency of Democrat Party. Used to be referred to by the racist term "illegal aliens", but now are properly viewed as the boundary-challenged future citizens that they are.
"Oy" (or "Oye") -- Women's or metrosexual blogger's version of "Zoinks".
We will start rolling out the Top 10 soon. Looking at the verbal minefield above, you can tell that some difficult reading awaits. So, take a shower and get back here for more.
16 comments:
Right on! I am throwing out Websters and begging for Goomba on my desk.
Sounds about right to me. If you're ever finishing up your dictionary and find yourself in need of a definition guaranteed to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable, let me know, I may be of assistance.
The problem with laughing as I read them, they are more true than funny.
As a side note, you should include "word verification" codes from the comment section as they seem to fit many of the interesting words used which mean almost nothing.
Ah, Grasshoppah Stern, you know now truth often have good element of funny, no wait, that backwards.
Bill and Dillinger, the point here is that you can pretty much just take these definitions with you where you go and read the (preferably aloud) whenever you hear some one use some of this nonsense. That would distrub the comfortable.
And please ... could you imagine Shaggy and Scoob and Shag getting loose with an "Oy". Ol' Scoob would have mauled him for that.
Red has a list of words on the sidebar of her blog that can get a commenter banned. It's an idea, you know.
woohoo how spot on is this!
Dead on right about "green". When I hear that word now I instinctively check to see if my wallet is still there.
What a crying.
shame. ooops!
I say "Oy" but I follow it up with a "vey."
Larry,
"Green" means they are taking yours. Always remember that. And they oil down the cash-extractor with guilt.
Ninnuh, I understand, but you are a woman blogger so we will give you a mulligan. (Don't you just want to slap a man who uses that word, though?) But ... we all slip from time to time. Just try a "Zoinks!" on for size. You'll like it.
WHT, glad you liked it. I study these postmodern drones, I tell you.
I know every inch of their vapidness.
DC, I fondly recall the first day you creeped crablike, hat in hand, into the corporate offices of GNN. How you've grown, my friend.
This fertile electronic interweb has given birth to a latter day Samuel Johnson. I am proud and humbled to have been witness to this genesis.
You unravel language faster than than Chris Matthews reaches coital satisfaction.
Nickie G, this is priceless, "You unravel language faster than Chris Matthews reaches coital satisfaction."
The corporate offices, in those days had transoms over the doors, black-out curtains still rolled up over the windows and flypaper coiled from the bare bulbs that hung from the ceiling.
DC was eighteen, and fresh out of his judge-ordered stint at the jute mill. We had to give him a length of shipping twine to hold his pants up.
I loved that boy. Look at him now.
Truth be told, Nick and Rhod, it's not mere alacrity but my elderly associates that have carried me to such heights.
And we're tired of carrying you, DC. It's time you stepped out on your own.
Rhod, did you ever know ... you are the wind beneath my sheets?
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