RIPOSTE
by RIP RENSE |
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Lingo Czar is
back in the day
(Dec. 1, 2004)
The Lingo Czar is back from his
extreme makeover, but somehow they missed the double-chin. Anyhow, you don't type with
your chin, and good looks never got any writer anywhere, so. . .
Citizens are hereby advised to
avoid using the following worn-out phrases, buffoonish slang, buzzwords, mistakes and
mispronunciations infecting and muddling clear and dignified communication in this, the
alleged 21st century. They are rated "T" (trite), "A" (asinine),
"P" (pretentious), "W" (whoops), and "CP" (criminally
prosecutable, with recommended minimum punishment of one day of self-imposed silence).
To Die For---I
know that the little busybrains with their little manicures and little cellphones and
little SUVs really have little time to think about little things like language. Their
minds are musing over bigger stuff, like where to park, whether to dart around that bus,
whether they remembered to take "Bean-O," whether they would eat raw bull
scrotums for $50,000, and if they will go to hell for kicking the dog. But it is yet hoped
the busybrains might take a moment to consider eliminating "to die for" from
their lexicon of unthinking kneejerk cool patois. The Czar loves crème brulee,
gulab jaman, and zucotto, but would not die for them. While people are dying for lots and
lots of different reasons now, few are doing so for dessert. And while this phrase once
had a certain snobbish cache and charm, speakers now tend to sound deadened to human
suffering. R.I.P. "To die for." T, A, P, CP.
'Puter---Now,
pewter is an innocuous enough thing, admired and coveted by artisans dealing in arcane
stauettes and Elvis memorial dinner plates. But "'puter"---I ask you,
"'puter"---is invidious. To the Czar, whose affection for computers rivals his
love of prostate exams, "'puter" is akin to referring to Hitler as
"Dolph." Good ol' Dolph Hitler, your neighborhood genocidal maniac. Yes, readers
have by now deduced that human beings are referring to their desktop microcircuited brain
prostheses as "'puters." As if these are just cute li'l ol' things, like a
Hummel or a Hello Kitty! clock. Listen: computers are artificial versions of human
foibles, and that's the extent of the anthropomorphosizing in order here. They will refuse
your punctuation, challenge your (correct) spellings, disappear with a screenfull of fresh
thinking that can never be duplicated, decline to do things that they have done a thousand
times before (for no apparent reason), insist that your perfectly functional printer no
longer can be "found," and on and on. They are not pets. They are not
cyber-pals. They are not cute. They are not. . .your friend. They are machines, fully
deserving the inanimate, sterile implications of their full name. A.
Progrum---Why
are so many pilgrums---I mean, pilgrims---suddenly saying "progrum?" Is it the
same reason so many pundates---I mean, pundits---are saying "candi-dit" instead
of "candidate?" Do they imagine this clipped, streamlined delivery makes them
sound more urbane? From NPR to the Today Show, "progrum" has replaced
"program." This, of course, is dangerously close to "pogrom," a grim
term referring to the massacre of human beings. And while The Czar can argue that the
pogrom in Iraq is a popular TeeVee program with about half the country, and that programs
like "Fear Factor," "Oprah," and "The Bachelor" have
effectively been a pogrom for human soul and thought, the similarity ends there. Please
re-program "progrum." A, P.
Finger pointing to God---This
is a gesture, not a word, but it is a major part of American League---er, American
language---nonetheless. The Czar realizes that baseball players are young people who do
not, for the most part, contemplate much beyond how to hit the curve ball. And that is as
it should be. The Czar realizes that steroids and beer-throwing fans can play havoc with
major league baseball brains. But be advised that God did not help you to hit that home
run, Barry. In other words, please stop pointing to the sky whenever you drive one out of
the park, Sammy. It does not show humility, it shows pomposity, as if your "personal
relationship with God" enabled you to guess correctly on a three-and-two pitch.
Listen: God does not interfere in baseball. Why would He punish the Cubs and so often
reward the likes of George Steinbrenner? T, A, P, CP.
Dystopian World---The
definition reads: "an imaginary place which is depressingly wretched and whose people
lead a fearful existence." The Czar has it on authority that Rense considered this as
a name for this website. That aside, this is a term that one would never run across
outside of graduate school and film reviews---and in fact, that is no mere coincidence, as
most film reviews read like master's theses. Yes, if you wish to improve vocabularly,
please read a major newspaper's film criticism, where such five-dollar words as
"plangent" are beginning English. And here, also, you will often find
"Dystopian World," used in reference to any movie about people who aren't too
perky. You know, like film critics. A, P, CP.
Blinkered----Also
from the Dystopian World of film criticism comes "blinkered," meaning roughly
being the owner of tunnel vision. This term is thrown around as if ingrained since first
grade readers, i.e. "See blinkered Spot run." What is quite amusing is how, soon
after one critic introduces an adjective like "blinkered"---with perhaps
impeccable specificity and atmsopheric aplomb---another critic picks it up. Before long,
"blinkered" becomes a bastion of hifalutin' blather. It even creeps into spoken
reviews on radio. Tell me, dear readers, when is the last time you heard a human being use
"blinkered" in conversation? Perhaps on a farm somewhere, in reference to Old
Dobbin? The Czar celebrates language (and understands that critics get bored using the
same ol' gol-dern descriptors) but finds such vocabularistic fetishizing to have much in
common with Dobbin, and what he leaves behind. T, A, P.
Tempechure---Formerly
"temperature." Shiny-faced TeeVee weathermannequins everywhere have abandoned
the middle "r" sound in "temperature," much as they have done with
"February" (now "Febuary.") The clunky (accepted) pronunciation of
"temperature" has long been such as to drive an upper-class Brit twit to
distraction, what with that chunky "ch" sound replacing the more precise and
dainty "t" in the final syllable. But that's fine with The Czar, who finds the
upper class Brit lilt ("silf" instead of "self") to be highly
distracting. The "r" absence in "temperature" is a logical progression
in the gradual return to drooling ongoing in TeeVee newsland. Instead of
"tem-pera-chure," weathermannequins are now just speaking like their kids.
Hence: "tempechure." The Czar has also heard famed local news anchors refer to
eating "samwiches," and taking "potty breaks." Soon they will come to
work in short pants. Let "tempechure" burn. CP.
Drama---The
Czar, the world will be relieved to know, has never successfully propagated his own kind,
and lives largely alone in a room full of crumpled paper and rat droppings. Still, he does
get messages from the outside via this nasty thing you are staring at right now, dear
readers---and one such message came from the world of teenaged youth. A parent informs of
an entirely new usage for "drama," apparently in vogue among femalius
pubesencia horribilus, a.k.a. teenaged girls. The word is now used to refer to any
portion of teenaged life deemed objectionable, as in, "I can't deal with all that
drama," or "I just talked to Cindy and I can't deal with her drama." While
few sane humans would argue that hormones transform the tiniest aspects of teenagery
into titanic daily angst, this employment of the term strikes as more comedic than
dramatic. The Czar would advise reserving use of "drama" for serious travail,
but realizes that attempting to alter the speech habits of young American females is a
dramatically difficult proposition. Rather like trying to make Julia Roberts stop showing
her teeth. A (but you're forgiven.)
Reach Out---This
must be banned entirely from usage, except by the Four Tops. Jackass politicans, which is
to say, all politicians, use "reach out" no more frequently than Oprah says
"girlfriend" and Leno tells a toilet joke. It is a tool meant to connote
compassion and fair play, i.e. how the president said he was "reaching out" to
Democrats who didn't like John Kerry. You can't merely "request," as that puts
you strategically in a whiney gimmegimme disadvantage. Instead, you "reach
out" to opponents/ minorities/the poor/Vladimir Putin/France/Germany/The Rip Post.
Translation: because you very badly need something, you cast yourself as the initiator of
all things good, all things compromised, all things open-hearted. . .by "reaching
out." If the other side does not reach back, they're the bad guys. Put this phrase
out of reach. T, A, P, CP.
Boobs---The
when, how, and why women began referring to their mammary glands as "boobs" are
better left unexplored. The Czar finds the word onomatopoeiacally at odds with the target
it purports to describe. A "boob" sounds like something festering, bulbous,
possibly tumorous---hardly terms that one enjoys entertaining in close proximity to
"breast." The widespread use of this slang is part of the rampant vulgarizing of
the female bosom---as if it is merely a ridiculous configuration of goofy utilitarian flab
that wildly excites men for no apparent good reason. Women everywhere refer cavalierly to
their "boobs," and often expose them for videocameras in moments of
high-spirits. The Czar prefers a certain amount of mystique, and longs for the days when
lace brassieres and silk stockings kept banality at bay. T, A.
Back in the day---Back
in which day? The day when nobody said "back in the day?" Those were the days!
The Czar gets his back up on days when he hears this---especially when the speaker's days
don't add up to 30 years. Apparently a contraction of "back in the good old
days," this phrase is heard daily. It is spreading with such dazing speed as to rival
the infectiousness of the Xanax/Prozac/Lithium cheer, "it's all good." The
appeal, one supposes, is that it makes the speaker sound charmingly seasoned. To The Czar,
it sounds alarmingly cheese-ened. Put it back out of the day. A.
The Lingo Czar wishes you a very
Lingo Christmas and an eloquent New Year.
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