The phrase “six, seven,” is essentially meaningless, and Skrilla has admitted as much, telling the Wall Street Journal: “I never put an actual meaning on it, and I still would not want to,” claiming the absence of meaning is “why everybody keeps saying it.”
It’s not that I feel kids shoudn’t have slang. Like every generation, we had our own slang. And like every generation, we knew our slang was cool and all the others were lame-o.
It’s that I want to be cool again. And sadly, I know that’s not how this works.
My high school kids think it’s hilarious. The other day one of them asked how I was doing and I said “6-7” with the corresponding hand motion. They both looked at each other and laughed. My daughter told me that’s not how it’s used, but I objected. My son said it could be used like that “but…” And he didn’t have a good explanation. This then devolved into a five minute debate between the three of us (with me mostly trolling them) on how it’s used. No consensus between them other than that I shouldn’t be using it at all.
My local high schooler reports hearing it since this summer, and my local upper elementary schooler has been hearing it since the beginning of the school year. One of his teachers also teaches middle schoolers and he says he is getting a ton of it. (Neither of my kids is the type to do that kind of thing, so I have not actually been hearing a lot of it at home, though when the numbers 6 and 7 came up at some point, my younger one was like, “So… have you heard about…”)
Apparently the 6-7 craze is causing headaches at In-N-Out Burger, where groups of teens are gathering simply to wait for the staff to call order 67, and making a big fuss when they do.