I don’t know who starts it or how it even happens. but please, for the love of God, stop changing words. I can sort of, half-heartedly, accept that each generation of teenagers have their own lingo and words to use in lieu of excitement. A while back, the word radical became awesome which turned into cool then into the word lit and,now, fye. But Is nothing sacred anymore?
There are some words that should have never been altered. Or, if they had to have been changed to something more socially and politically correct, they should’ve picked something completely different than what they did.
A prime example of this is the word Indian Style which describes a sitting position favored by children and hippies. Sitting indian style is now called crisscross applesauce. I get that calling it indian style may be offensive to some but who in the world came up with crisscross applesauce as the alternative? Apparently, some drunk activist. This is,by far, the worst offense on this list of offenses. Personally, I would’ve voted pretzel style. But no one asked me.
While I have always known and used the word pants, my father also referred to them as britches, dungarees and slacks. I don’t know if this is a southern thing but my children definitely don’t know what I’m talking about when I accidentally say the word britches. Also, if I am sober I am wearing pants but if I have a buzz I am wearing britches. I guess my redneck comes out then. And, according to my husband, I am always too big for my britches.
When I was growing up, you brainstormed when you needed to find a solution to a problem. Now, you do something called mind-mapping which is essentially the same thing but on paper and includes a diagram. So not only did someone change the name of this but they added a diagram to it. I’m not saying that they need to be beaten up but punishment should happen. Just saying.
My mother is from Louisiana and so the Cajun-Creole lifestyle is ingrained in my blood. Catching crawfish in a creek bed is an essential part of any Cajun child’s life. And now, for no reason whatsoever, people are calling them crawdads instead of crawfish. Maybe there’s a reason for this I don’t know. I’m just telling you that it is absolutely annoying. I hope they don’t start calling dogs fluff-rockets.
I will be the first one to admit that I hate change but I end up in the middle of it constantly. I have moved countless times and have been married a few times as well. So I would just like my language to remain the same. So that ,hopefully, one day my grandchildren will know what the hell I’m talking about.
I wish some people would learn to leave well enough alone.