March 12, 2015
I say things like "groovy" and "poppycock" and "blatherskite" and "bunkum" and "rumpus room" (my preferred word for one, um, posterior!) without batting an eye, and it feels oh so right. I don't have much use for modern slang-type language, such as "bae", even though I don't know what it means. I am quite sure I would cringe if I knew. So it's better I don't. I prefer to live in a world where I let out a cheery "23 skidoo!" and would greet a monocle'd man with as much delight as I'd ignore a Google Glass'd man in disgust.