SUSPENDERZZZ –
Actually, yes. In light of that fact – which you obviously acknowledge because you posted it yourself – has it ever occured to you that it’s kind of stupid to cling to definitions from 25 years ago? Language is fluid; that’s why it’s indefinsible for you to claim the only proper definition of these terms is one from a quarter century ago.
“Oprah-fied”? Is there no end to that woman’s nefarious influence? Here, again, you acknowledge that the “‘newer’ meaning has become integral to our language.” But, apparently, you don’t like it. You admit that it’s perfectly correct but you don’t like it. You’re not impressed.
Who died and made you Language King? The definitions you object to are perfectly valid – you admit as much. You just don’t like them. Well, I don’t like Rocky Road ice cream (those little frozen marshmallows, ew), but who gives a shit?
Wouldn’t that depend on whose definition we’re using? Are we using yours, from the age of polyester leisure suits and disco balls? Or are we using the ones the rest of the world uses today? I’m perfectly willing to admit that such a person may not be a hero under your definition – precisely because you define the term in a way that excludes them.
Huh. What a simplistic world view. Let’s take two totally hypothetical Wally-world employees: Lee is a Cambodian refugee who supports his family pushing a Sam Walton-issued broom. He’s got a wife and kids at home plus his own aged mother. He used to be doctor in Cambodia, but here he can’t practice medicine because his degree doesn’t transfer and his English isn’t so good. He has no money because he’s a refugee. He’s too old to start school again and he has too many responsibilities (like feeding and clothing his family). So he works at Walmart to make the bills and at night he washes dishes at a Chinese restaurant to squirrel away money in an education fund he’s started. He wants his sons and daughters to be doctors, like he was, but he wants them to be American doctors, and so he works 18 hours a day, plus three hours on the bus, to make that happen.
Dave is a 19 year old American who lives to party. He’s never had much ambition, though his parents would put him through college if he’d motivate himself. But he’s not interested; he’s interested in sleeping until noon, putting in his shift driving a forklift at the Walmart warehouse, and then hooking up with his buds for a night of wine, weed, and women.
Which of them is the loser?
Ah, grasshopper, the heroics lie not in being in a good position, but in acting with dignity, resolve, and bravery when you’re in a bad one. And – surprise! – that goes for the minimum wage workers of the world as well.
Surely you don’t expect people to believe that you “see things very clearly” when you spout such sad and indefensible little opinions? Because that’s not the impression you’re leaving.