Jargogling

Quite often, us oldheads (millenials) don’t vibe with the modern lingo. We don’t get the younglings’ gab, their slang. We’ve taken the tongue out our cheeks when we started working and left the melting pot of new language.

At least the cool new language. We instead become fluent in corporate condescension. The per my last emails, the circling back, touching base and gentle reminders, boiling the ocean, taking things offline and… you get it. It is what it is.

I’m not bitter (yes I am), but I am digressing.

The point I’m getting at is that those damn teenagers have bad slang. Their riz and skibidi gyats are stupid, and I will die on a hill of irrelevance while I ineffectually shake my cane at them. Unfortunately, I can’t fault them for going through the same natural process that I did.

That’s because words can never be bad, at worst they are unnecessary. Don’t get me wrong, they can be annoying as hell, but that’s only because they’re unavoidable. And an unavoidable word has staying power. The most effective example I can think of is the unassuming, but always hip word, cool. It’s outlived groovy, safe, tubular, and any number of other descriptors for things that are… well… cool.

On the flipside, we’ve lost some really good words in daily use. No longer can we excogitate a nice twattling session to endear ourselves to our favourite fizgig. We can no longer coney-catch someone out of their lunch after groaking over-long.

And that’s a shame. A damned travesty. Because those words are hella fun, and they’re gone, replaced by new ones that I don’t vibe with.

So it goes.