||[Nov. 7th, 2008|09:06 am]
See, I've been dancing around it, but finally admitted to myself that "emo" had me confused. I'm pretty darn good at figuring out what a word means from context. And I can tell you for certain, that scoring in the 99.5 percentile on your vocab test in gifted and talented class...will get you beaten up, even if it is by fellow geeks, and thus lame and barely painful. |
But "emo" had been eluding me. I felt that it was like agita...that took a route through heartburn, but essentially means what it sounds like, an exotic, hip, ethnic, or nostalgic (depending on who you are) way of saying agitated, derived from the original Italian...but emo seems to be more than that -- a style, music, people...
It just sounded more involved than just some post-goth Ophelia-y angsty panty-twisting.
And it is. But for every definition, for every labeling, there's someone in the middle of it who swears that "they've" got it all wrong. Screw it. I no longer feel bad. It may devolve into whatever it wants -- I'll pick up the flag and fight for a word's proper use, but not if people can't figure out what the hell it really is, anyway.
I can release my previous "maybe I'm just a geezer and don't get it" feeling. At least for this one instance.
Thoughts maybe be oversell.
Do other countries have spelling bees? Do they make such a big deal of it -- or do we (and other English speaking countries) have so many because English is such a pain in the ass language, spelling-wise?
Why are so many people named North and West, but so few named East and South?
Tonight is National Men Make Dinner Night. And I just packed mine off to North Carolina. Doh! Hmmm, now I've got to think of a takeout place guaranteed to have men making the food. 'Cause I'm a stickler for holiday traditions.
Sometimes I fear I may be the only one who thinks my nose pencil sharpener (it's a plastic nose and you stick the pencil up a nostril to sharpen) is cool. I keep getting "umm, okay" reactions from people. Whatever.
Do you think, for a hot minute, that I would miss that? If I weren't going to be down at National harbor having enforced fun with my work colleagues for our annual "fun" event? I may have superpowers, but not the stamina to drive from there, up to B-more, have actual fun, and then get my butt to the airport at 4am to go have "fun" at a wedding on the west coast.
Part of me says "oh, c'mon, you can do it, sleep on the plane..." but I have listened to that idiot before and it's never good....