I’m tired of hearing and reading certain words, gang. Plus, I’m a little crotchety today because it’s January 17, and already this year has lasted half my lifetime.
Since I have absolutely nothing interesting to report, I thought I’d entertain you with a list of words I don’t want to hear anymore.
Boho. So overused. We get it. Relaxed, a little homespun, a little funky, as in bohemian. But lawd, I see that word everywhere, and often where it doesn’t belong. Just because you want something to be cool doesn’t mean you get to call it boho.
Baseless claims. Yes, they were baseless. Sixty-two judges were given nothing more than fever dreams. But man, I hope never to hear that phrase again.
Messy updo. Can you tell I’m doing the Princess’s hair for her wedding? There are a zillion lovely, tousled, romantic updos, but do we have to call them messy? Oh, and by the way, the messy updos take ten times more bobby pins than the tidy updos. Just saying.
Women’s fiction. Can’t we just call it fiction? Is there a sub-category called men’s fiction, or is that what Playboy magazine is for?
The Hamptons. I have a bad association with the Hamptons. I’ve never been there, but the words imply (to me, anyway) rich white people with nothing better to do than outspend their neighbors in cottages that have sixteen bedrooms. Granted, if someone who lived in such a cottage invited me to stay, I’d be there in a New York minute. (see what I did there?)
Staycation. I want a real vacation, damn it! We’ve tried staycationing! We’re tired of it!
The novel coronavirus. It gives novels a bad name.
Moist. A perennial un-favorite, except where cake is concerned.
Irregardless. It’s not a word, people. It is NOT a word. Stop using it. You mean “regardless.”
Binge-watch. Brothers and sisters, that’s all we’ve been doing. Let’s hope 2021 has us outside again, vaccinated and safe and enjoying the sunshine.
Okay, off the soapbox. Time to dream about food again.