It’s “creative” use of the language.
Ugh, I just heard read one earlier that bugs the shit out of me: “ciggies”.
Why don’t you call them what they really are, “addictive, disgusting, polluting, smelly death sticks”, instead of some cutesy made-up word?
“Coffin nail” has a long tradition, and is a more compact term.
“Ciggies” is not new. My parents used that term in the early 1960s. Back when “ciggies” were a normal part of almost all adults’ daily lives.
+1. The seeming explosion of people’s use of the term “fur babies” or “fur baby” referring to ( their ) dogs. Stop that shit.
+2 for “pet parent”.
It doesn’t worry me in the slightest but, because I know that the vegetables don’t like it, I refrain from ever using the word.
I prefer the term “lung snack”
I thought “veejay” was for the hosts on MTV?
“Veggies” doesn’t bother me much, but I don’t use the word.
I might use this. Fortunately I don’t hear too many people saying “easy peasy lemon squeezy” (that was painful to type).
Any annoyance for “hooch”?
I keep hoping “bae” is going to disappear. I don’t know anyone in real life who uses it, so I have to look it up. Bah humbug!
And when did “full monty” become common? I keep thinking of the movie, not the actual meaning.
actually, there is/was a beverage called hooch apparently it was discontinued and is trying to come back oh, and ignore the website saying the orange flavor is new … it’s not because the only 2 original flavors were lemon and orange (my favorite)
I worked with a guy named Vijay, pronounced just like that.
Any love for the whole thing where people (mainly young ladies) use the extended greetings “Hi-eeee!” and “By-eeee!”?
They’re enablers.
Another loathsome term used to describe cuisine is “delish”. And yes, there is a delish dot com.
I blame Rachel Ray for all that crap.
I do hi-yeee and bye-yeee on purpose, to annoy my kids. I picked it up in the eighties, from a sitcom called Just the Ten of Us.
I don’t know that I’ve heard the “Hi-eeee” version, but for me the “Bye-eeee” version was popularized by Patty Duke on her old TV show from the 60s.
Now I’m picturing your funeral (gosh, that sounds harsh—I don’t mean it badly). Your children are sobbing. After one of them delivers an exceptionally moving eulogy, voice breaking, they croak out “Bye-yeee, Mom!” [or Dad, I have no idea which you are], just because they think that was a thing that you loved. Deeply moved, the assembled mourners call out, “Bye-yeee, Dung_Beetle!” as they file out into the rain.
Oh my gosh. I’ve got my heart set on it now!
I’ve come across sando for sandwich recently and I dislike it.
“Rate my fried jerk chicken, cheddar, and raisin bread sando!”
I rate it “illiterate”. With a heaping helping of “annoying” drizzled over.