Posts Tagged ‘ kids these days

Could you be more “pacific”?

Kevin and Bean of KROQ had a little segment on words that are mispronounced horribly incorrectly. It started with the word “mayonnaise” and how it often gets pronounced “man-naise“.

I admit it, I’m guilty of omitting the “yo” of mayo. I say “mannaise.” And it drives my mom insane.

Thing is, I don’t really care. I hate the stuff and it’s sweet revenge to mispronounce it. Mannaise, mannaise, mannaise.

But this post is not about how I pronounce the condiment. This post is about the words that came up during the segment. And some of these words I have never even heard of before.

For example, the word pacific. As in, “I’m looking for a pacific brand of cake flour.”

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Or the word “fruss-ta-ted” instead of regular old frustrated.

One that irritates the hell out of me: irregardless. Two negatives make a positive, people.

Supposebly gets used in exchange of supposedly, allegedly.

All of this makes my head hurt.

Mary HAD a Little Lamb: How a Childhood Story got Murdered

I was going through the mail pile on the dinning room table and saw this book:

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My mom had brought it home from work. The lamb’s head looked so soft and inviting, so I reached out to pet it. It was just as soft as I imagined. I continued to pet the lamb when this caught my eye:

the lamb


The lamb was partially blind. And that was just sad, because any wounded animal hits a tender spot in my heart.

I flipped open the book and was horrified when this happened:

the lamb


Double u. Tee. Eff.

What the hell happened to the lamb’s head?

It was hanging from the edge of the cover.

I asked my mom why she brought home a damaged lamb, and she responded that one of the kids from her class ripped the head off. She was hoping to glue it back on.

Storytime has definitely changed since I was in kindergarten.

the lamb


As of this post, the lamb’s head has yet to be glued back on. Now I’ve got this creepy book hanging around the house, and I’m not quite sure how I feel about it.

I’m Showing My Age

When a pop song gets stuck in my head, I have to play it over and over again on YouTube until I get annoyed or tired of listening. In recent weeks, it’s been a lot of Beyonce due to “Glee” (Single Ladies and Halo that got featured in a mashup).

The South Park episode “Whale Whores” had the unfortunate/hilarious cover of Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face.” Cartman, Kyle, and Kenny are playing the song on Rock Band, with Cartman on lead vocals. Which lead to an extended version during the battle montage against the Japanese.

“Poker Face” got stuck in my head, and that eventually brought me to “Just Dance.” After multiple hearings on YouTube, I started picking up lyrics. Most were clearly heard, but some eluded me, so I did a Google search.

I’m going to be frank: I am kind of put off by the meaning of the song. In short, the girl is completely shitfaced – nay, near blackout, but she feels it’s okay to just continue to dance. Seriously, if I lost my keys, my phone, couldn’t see straight, didn’t know where I was, and somehow managed to turn my shirt inside out without my knowing, the last thing I’d want to do is “just dance.” Instead, I’d probably ask someone to bring me some water, throw up in the ladies’ bathroom, and then ask for another round of water.

The closest I’ve ever been to being as drunk as that was the last time I spent an evening with my gay boys in West Hollywood. I made the mistake of having 3 martinis in an hour and (in retrospect) was very glad to have been in a primarily gay club with friends. I was completely safe

Silly pop songs aren’t bad in moderation. I just don’t think the target audience should think that being totally smashed with the attitude of “I’ll just dance it off” will work every single time. I admit that I’m a sensible drunk: I always keep water nearby and will obtain food so I won’t get sick. Once I get home, I will drink even more water to prevent a hangover.

Judge for yourself; I think the drunk body count in the front yard of the house makes a point.

Commentary On Kids These Days

Chiquita brand bananas have been coming up with some pretty catchy lines on their stickers as of late. Silly things like “Potasi-yum!” bring a smile to my face and to my roommate’s as well. (Sometimes we even go as far to compare which sticker we got after making a run over to Trader Joe’s.)

Last week I got stuck with jury duty, so my grocery schedule got thrown off a bit. To compensate for the crappy cafeteria food offered by the courthouse, I’d stop by Pavillions to see if they had sales on ice cream. And bananas (you know, to balance out my dietary habits).

It wasn’t until I got home that I realized my normally fun/cheesy Chiquita sticker was pretty lame:

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Seriously? You have to put ads on stickers for kids to be spontaneously silly? When I was little, you didn’t have to tell me twice about putting stickers on my head. And I always felt compelled to up the ante by running around, announcing that I’ve got a sticker on my forehead.

You know it’s a sad state of affairs when kids have to be reminded by their fruit to be a little bit goofy. Sure, I would have been thrilled to own the Wii instead of my NES, but I kind of doubt I would have the over-active imagination I own today.