by cheri sabraw
Most of us like to socialize with people whom we have some commonality, right? I know I do. I like people who regularly use the words history, mystery, mystical, down home, funny, relaxing, and avocado. Add to those words lime, salmon, quinoa, and massage.
My friends and I understand each others’ nouns, adjectives, and verbs. It’s the tie than binds.
For example, when I meet a friend for coffee, we do not regularly talk about jihad.
Add to jihad the words left swipe, spandexual and WTF. Not my lexicon, brother.
(As an aside, in one of my Masters’ classes several years ago, one taught by a distinguished 84-year-old opera expert, one of my crass classmates began her question to the professor with WTF. I, for one, was offended. Good God, I thought. Show some class.)
She, I am sure, would have been equally offended by my use of Good God, a pair of words that are as useful to her as butter plate, pardon me, and lace camisole.
I’m not opposed to learning new words, as long as they are relevant to my existence. Words like Smith Machine, gluteus medius, and kombucha now inhabit the hallways of my vocabulary.
Some words,however, like traffic, transcend all boundaries, especially those of us who live in the San Francisco Bay Area.
Other words jam and corrode our intellectual growth. Take for example the A Triplets: awesome, amazing, and asshole. Overused? What do you think?
I am always listening and reading your words. They tell me a great deal about you.
And your words are?