A fellow TEFL teacher back in the day explained how he taught the word "poop", that the motion of the mouth forming the word echoed... you can fill it in. I responded that his students would never forget it, try as they might.
Yes, “icon” has become so overused, every middling pop star is now designated as such. Equally annoying are “journey,” when used to describe something that’s not actually a trip—“my journey to achieving sobriety”—and “my truth,” which implies that whether something is true or false is a matter of individual perspective. Which it ain’t.
When I was a widowed bachelor and on Match.com I developed several filters to apply to potential dates, one of which was that I would not consider meeting any woman who referred to her life as a "journey." (Other instant rejects were any woman, no matter how alluring her photograph, who identified as her last book read "Eat, Pray Love," and any woman who posted more than one photograph of her dog or cat.)
A lively five year old once responded to my husband’s perceived condescension, in whatever repartee he was attempting, with a baleful glance and a dismissive response of “awkward poop.”
He never knew if it was his words or just him she was referring to. Whichever, almost worthy of Jane Austen. But no, I agree, shit is better. (Also ratshit, dumbshit, etc)”
Personally, along the same lines as "poop", I can't stand the use of "mom" and "mommy" by adults as a self-description. It takes motherhood-- one of the most important things humans do-- and completely trivializes it through the use of baby-talk. It almost mocks it.
A fellow TEFL teacher back in the day explained how he taught the word "poop", that the motion of the mouth forming the word echoed... you can fill it in. I responded that his students would never forget it, try as they might.
Yes, “icon” has become so overused, every middling pop star is now designated as such. Equally annoying are “journey,” when used to describe something that’s not actually a trip—“my journey to achieving sobriety”—and “my truth,” which implies that whether something is true or false is a matter of individual perspective. Which it ain’t.
When I was a widowed bachelor and on Match.com I developed several filters to apply to potential dates, one of which was that I would not consider meeting any woman who referred to her life as a "journey." (Other instant rejects were any woman, no matter how alluring her photograph, who identified as her last book read "Eat, Pray Love," and any woman who posted more than one photograph of her dog or cat.)
A lively five year old once responded to my husband’s perceived condescension, in whatever repartee he was attempting, with a baleful glance and a dismissive response of “awkward poop.”
He never knew if it was his words or just him she was referring to. Whichever, almost worthy of Jane Austen. But no, I agree, shit is better. (Also ratshit, dumbshit, etc)”
Personally, along the same lines as "poop", I can't stand the use of "mom" and "mommy" by adults as a self-description. It takes motherhood-- one of the most important things humans do-- and completely trivializes it through the use of baby-talk. It almost mocks it.