My wife and I have been reading a great book, The 5 Love Languages. It's very insightful, but I, as usual, have to make a lot of love language jokes to supplement the insights. For example, when the author used the phrase "emotionally retarded", it immediately evoked an abbreviation from my brain.
"Honey, as a male I know I can be a real emotard," I delivered with a straight face to Lissa which almost caused her to go into a laugh spasm.
"Don't ever say the word emotard ever again," she warned wiping tears from her eyes.
I did look it up, well, Googled it; generally "emotard" is a derogatory term which is already in use. It refers negatively to practitioners of the music style "Emo" which, as far as I can tell from my brief research, seems to be short for "emotional" embrace many styles of alternative, punk and hardcore punk, but rebranded sometime in the early 90's since a lot of people thought punk music was dead.
But for older fogeys who don't run in the cool circles nor follow the hip kiddie trends and jargon, emotard seems like a great slang word for "emotional retard." But I can't use it at home -- that's probably a good thing.
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Sunday, November 19, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
Which kind of guy am I?
I mused out loud earlier, being in my Harvey personality, before Mrs. Flautbert told him to shut up (I'm a regular Sybil), to my wife and I said:
"Honey, there are too types of guys in this world. One type of guy is the type of guy who brags about how much he spent on this thing, you know, and that and the other. The other is the type of guy who likes to brag about how little he spent on whatever. The question is which type of guy do you think I am?"
She did laugh a little at that, albeit siliently, then I believe she immediately perceived the pure rhetorical value of the question and said nothing in response.
"Honey, there are too types of guys in this world. One type of guy is the type of guy who brags about how much he spent on this thing, you know, and that and the other. The other is the type of guy who likes to brag about how little he spent on whatever. The question is which type of guy do you think I am?"
She did laugh a little at that, albeit siliently, then I believe she immediately perceived the pure rhetorical value of the question and said nothing in response.
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