These I Have Not Liked
Yes, of course, the proper spelling should have been HOSIERY, see previous post, and thanks for your comments on it.
And it's a word I don't like. Perhaps because it's one of those old-fashioned pompous-sounding words like BEVERAGES which I know I've grumbled about before on this blog.
There are other words I don't like and two that spring to mind are USED and MOIST. Clearly I'm not the first one to feel that way since I came across the two words in an internet gender test, to see what gender you are. It said I was female. I was pleased, since that's what I've always believed.
The word that I like least of any, the word that gives me shudders and shivers and ewwwwwwwwwwwwww nooooooooooo is - - and it might not be the one you expect - -
PAMPERING
Horrible word. Freaks me out. I don't like the look of it, the sound of it, or the meaning of it.
And I don't quite know why. I think it's because it reminds me of a world I just don't understand.
My hairdresser (who, you may remember, is mad as a bucket of frogs) always says to me, "Oh, it must be lovely for you in your busy life to spend a couple of hours pampering yourself having your hair done."
And, if I were to leap up and slash her throat with her own scissors, I expect she'd think it an over-reaction.
I hate anything like that - anything that makes you sit still where you're not even able to read or watch television. Facial, nails, make-up, massage, the lot - - forget it. In my limited free time, I'd rather be doing something else. But sometimes I feel that, because I hate all that kind of thing, I'm not a Proper Woman since I can't join in any kind of girly chat about it. So the word PAMPERING makes me feel both bored and inadequate. No wonder I don't like it.
And it's a word I don't like. Perhaps because it's one of those old-fashioned pompous-sounding words like BEVERAGES which I know I've grumbled about before on this blog.
There are other words I don't like and two that spring to mind are USED and MOIST. Clearly I'm not the first one to feel that way since I came across the two words in an internet gender test, to see what gender you are. It said I was female. I was pleased, since that's what I've always believed.
The word that I like least of any, the word that gives me shudders and shivers and ewwwwwwwwwwwwww nooooooooooo is - - and it might not be the one you expect - -
PAMPERING
Horrible word. Freaks me out. I don't like the look of it, the sound of it, or the meaning of it.
And I don't quite know why. I think it's because it reminds me of a world I just don't understand.
My hairdresser (who, you may remember, is mad as a bucket of frogs) always says to me, "Oh, it must be lovely for you in your busy life to spend a couple of hours pampering yourself having your hair done."
And, if I were to leap up and slash her throat with her own scissors, I expect she'd think it an over-reaction.
I hate anything like that - anything that makes you sit still where you're not even able to read or watch television. Facial, nails, make-up, massage, the lot - - forget it. In my limited free time, I'd rather be doing something else. But sometimes I feel that, because I hate all that kind of thing, I'm not a Proper Woman since I can't join in any kind of girly chat about it. So the word PAMPERING makes me feel both bored and inadequate. No wonder I don't like it.
posted by Daphne at 12:56 pm
11 Comments:
I hate 'lavatory' which 'A' tends to use sometimes. It is such a stuck-up archaic word, I despise it.
Other words I hate include:
cosy
toes
snug
bubbly
To name a few. I can't describe why. Same reason I couldn't watch Lassie and The Littlest Hobo as a child; I just... couldn't.
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I'm with you on every single one of those, Bun. Ewwwwwwwwww noooooo. And, like you, I can't quite say why. Can anyone else say what words they don't like?
I can't imagine using "hosiery" in real life, but it does take up less space on a sign than "socks and tights and stockings and stuff," which is a definite advantage.
Also, "Beverages" is never shorthand for "Alcoholic drinks" which makes it useful menu-speak.
Words I really don't like... slag, cunt, cunny, vajayjay, piss, tart, ho, bitch (used for non-canines), and many, many more.
Okay I know it's not what you were asking, but I love the word 'settee', much more than sofa or coach or anything else indicating an upholstered-more-than-one seater you might find in a front room (or living room or lounge if you are posh). It's a lovely word and I may love it especially because it is a word used by the poet Ian McMillan and when said with a Barnsley accent it sounds even better.
Oh, and "pampering" I don't mind, but I object to using it to describe expensive, boring and often painful "beauty" treatments which benefit other people far, far more than they benefit myself.
I think hosiery is a rather nice word but that is probably because I am a pervert.
Regarding PAMPERING - doesn't this simply mean affixing a disposable nappy to a baby with diarrhoea?
Of course the word 'coach' in my comment should have been 'couch' - ugly word and, with more than one meaning, a lot more dangerous than settee. Perhaps the supermarket sign writers were as tired as me when creating their hosiery sign - at least they used all the right letters, just not in the right order (to paraphrase Eric Morecambe).
I don't mind the word moist. I hate being moist though. Shudder.
At the risk of offending sensitive eyes, masturbate is the world I dislike the most. It's harsh and gutteral and it just offends my senses.
Twat is my mother in law's word of loathing. I find it almost lyrical and it doesn't bother me. I try to work it into the conversation once on each of her visits. Twat's that you say? Bad Debby? Sighhh, yes you're right.
Some words are unpleasant because they're abusive, of course, such as "slag". But others somehow the sound is worse than the meaning. I don't mind "masturbate" at all, Deb - - and I LOVE "Twat" - funny and rude at the same time.
heh heh, Robert Browning thought twat was something nuns wear on their heads. He used it in his poem Pippa Passes:
Then, owls and bats,
Cowls and twats,
Monks and nuns, in cloister's moods,
Adjourn to the oak-stump pantry!
None of his friends could think of a suitably delicate way of telling him his mistake - fucking Victorian's
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