Thursday, November 15, 2012

Talkin' 'Bout My Generation

So it's been a while since I last posted, out of respect for Chuck. Didn't want to follow up the next day with a ranking of the ten hottest porn stars or something like that, I felt it would be disrespectful.

Having said that, I was raking leaves today and had a thought concerning the way we speak. "We" being our generation - the Millennials, Generation Y, Echo Boomers, whatever you wanna call them. Us. You get the picture.

Simply put, we've molested the English language.

Maybe we haven't full-blown raped it, but there's definitely been some unwanted verbal contact. I feel like this could be a recurring segment, so I'll stick to one word for this post. And that word is...

I Googled "random." This seemed fitting.
The word "random" became a thing about nine or 10 years ago, sometime in middle school. I don't know what happened, but all of a sudden, according to my classmates, everything was "random." Webster's defines "random" as lacking a definite plan, course, or pattern and also relating to, having, or being elements or events with definite probability of occurrence. I'm sure at one time, "random" was only used in probability classes and when discussing your drunk uncle's plans for New Years Day.

Now, though, this word can basically mean anything. Often used negatively, "random" can mean "coincidental," as in: "Betch, we're wearing the same skirt, how randommmmm." It can also mean "sketchy," as in: "Check out that random dude passed out behind the pavilion." Sometimes, it's used correctly, but with an extraordinarily negative connotation, as in: "Yo, the cops randomly searched my car and found my weed... what the fuck!"

If you wanted to really go wild, you could say something like: "Betch, that random dude passed out behind the pavilion is randomly wearing the same skirt as you! Let's go see if he's got any weed."

This has been... Talkin' 'Bout My Generation

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