Thursday, September 01, 2011

pet peeve #521

First a disclaimer: I believe language is an evolving beast. “Queer” doesn’t mean the same thing now as it did in 1955, and it didn’t mean the same thing then as it did in 1855. I don’t think that Kids Today are going to destroy the planet with their texting or their sexting or their rap talk.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a few grammatical pet peeves.

Life seems to have imitated art in the years since Mad TV’s Clyde and Judith spewed elaborate similes and then defeated the whole point of metaphor by punctuating it with “Literally!” There are two ways that the rampant abuse of “literally” pisses me off.

1. The classic Clyde-and-Judith-style misuse, when what you really mean is “figuratively” (which is literally the opposite of “literally”!). Plum Sykes, the Vogue writer I look to anytime I’m not sure what to wear to Gwyneth Paltrow’s birthday party, opened her recent article about Tom Ford’s new cosmetics line by saying that he’s the one guy most women would “literally die to receive a makeup lesson from.”

If that’s true, Tom should launch a line of mortuary makeup, because shortly after their lessons, those women will be buried. I suppose we should all be so lucky as to die doing something we love, but personally all I would give for a makeup lesson with Tom Ford is, literally, like twenty bucks. And that depends whether there’s a free gift with purchase.

2. The not-technically-incorrect but equally unnecessary use of “literally” to mean “very.” As in, “I literally ate six Arina and Cracked Pepper Crackers with Fennel and Pomegranate Salad at Gwyneth’s b-day party. Then she was literally like, ‘Thanks so much for coming to my party. Excuse me, now I’m going to go speak Spanish and sing.’”

I think it’s my inner poet who, unlike my inner fashionista, believes less is more. Why say “I literally ate six crackers” when it means the exact same thing to say “I ate six crackers”? It’s so much tidier.

Okay, my rant is done. I am also highly disturbed by Kotex’s U line of feminine hygiene products, which claims that the best way to express your personal boho style* is by printing something you’re going to bleed all over with swirly paisley stuff. But I’ll save that one for another day.

*All the real bohemians are wearing the Keeper anyway.**

**I am not a real bohemian.


Claire said...

Really, why say "literally" when you can say "totally"? Adds emphasis with that casual valley touch. ;)

Stephanie said...

You literally made me laugh. :-)

Cheryl said...

C: I'm a fan of totally. As in, I wonder if I'm totally '80s when I use it.

S: LOL, as the Kids Today say.

Raardvarks said...

I literally would not want to bleed into a cup. If I want to express my "boho" DIY style I'll just draw on my tampons with sharpies, thank you...

Cheryl said...

R: Or maybe create some sort of avant garde art installation built entirely of tampons. There's a proud tradition of such things in the boho world.

Meghan said...

Menstrual cups are the bomb. I'm always kinda gleeful about the fact I could one day, take it out and throw my 'blood' on them in a really really dramatic gesture.

Cheryl said...

Good point. I may have to rethink my anti-Keeper stance.