I once asked an artist friend: If she could simply make it so, would she eliminate artificial neon colors from the planet, for aesthetics’ sake? She hesitated just a moment before answering, “Yes.”
Those colors have their linguistic cousins, which mince in and slink out of favor, like Baskin-Robbins’ 33rd flavor.
Have you noticed that people don’t post on Facebook, “natch” very frequently anymore?
Also, they don’t say, “I’m just going to leave this right here.”
And I’m also not seeing a lot of … “This.”
Which gives me hope that at some point these terminal totes adorbists will stop saying, “Just sayin’.” And “Welp!” And “So, this happened.” And—great Scott, I caught myself writing this the other day—”Meh.”
#gagmewithaspoon
Or, “I was today years old when …. “
Thank you, Gerry. Let’s collect these here, people, and then set them ablaze.
You do you, Murray. You do you.
I see what you did there, Reische. I see what you did there.
Also: I’m not crying, you’re crying.