Last week or maybe it was the week before (who knows anymore), I’d read one of Jenny Lawson’s posts, which you can go to if you click here. At first I thought she’d accidentally misspelled the word “busy.” But then it became evident that, no, she didn’t misspell anything.
Needless to say, I Googled — actually, I Urban Dictionaried these new-to-me slang terms The Bloggess used in her post.
And once you know what a word means, the best way to actually learn the word so you can recall it later is to use it.
So, the first thing I did was ask Lauren if she’d ever heard the term “bussy,” because I’d never heard it before. She is thirty-three years old and I figured that she might know; but then again, she might not either because it’s not like she’s in high school or even fresh out of college. Be that as it may, I completely freaked her out when I asked. So, I guess she did know. But then her reaction kind of freaked me out because she made such a big deal out of it.
The next day she was working from home and I overheard her talking to two of her co-workers on speaker phone. She told them that I asked her if she’d ever heard the word “bussy.”
“Can you believe she asked me that?” she said to her co-workers.
“She’s my mother! I’m her daughter!”
No one said anything. Dead silence.
So then she asked, “Y’all know what that word means, don’t you?”
And they didn’t. And they were young-ish, too. But, apparently, not hip enough. But now they know. So there’s that.
Also, it’s probably a good thing they don’t have an HR department at the company where Lauren works.
Speaking of hip,
Lauren once told me years ago that I couldn’t be “hipster” when I first heard that word. I told her I could be a hipster if I wanted. It sounded “groovy.”
She said, “I don’t know what you think that means, but no. Trust me, you can’t.”
I told her, “Oh yes I can. I have hips. Lots of hips. And people used to think I looked like a hippie a long time ago. Isn’t that what it means, to be an older–ish hippie living in the 21st Century — with just wider hips than before?”
She kept shaking her head and saying, “No. That’s not what it means, Mom! Not even a little.”
I finally said, “Well, okay. So why don’t you think I can, then?”
Lauren said, “First of all, hipsters have a certain look. They wear stuff and don’t care what anyone thinks.”
Then she looked at me. I was wearing a stained, blue flannel shirt that barely covered my underwear. My hair wasn’t brushed either. Oh, and of course, the only other thing I was wearing were my glasses.
“I think this qualifies,” I said.
“Okay, first of all,” she argued, “you don’t dress like this all of the time. Plus, you’re not going out of the house looking even remotely like this because if you did I’d disown you. Plus, you care too much about what other people think, that’s why! It’s as much an attitude and lifestyle as a look.”
So then I folded my arms and rolled my eyes. “Whatevs. You can’t put limits on my potential, Lauren!” I said this as I dished up a bowl of antioxidant blueberries and probiotic yogurt with the local honey I’d purchased at the farmer’s market.
After a few seconds I said, “See, I’m a hipster!” Then I started singing a made up song about having wide hips and feeling groovy all in a very ironic way. “I think Alanis Morrissette would appreciate my song,” I said.
That’s when she sighed and walked away saying, “I can’t even…”
Anyway, in the spirit of introducing new words into my vocabulary, I added these new words/ phrases: “bussy,” “bussin'” and “no cap” into my book because why the hell not?
Also, David and I were watching an older Law & Order episode and one of the perps said, “…no cap.” I just about wet myself because I’d never heard it used before and then, there it was! It’s as though the Universe wants me to know these things and use them!
So then I was going to give y’all a sneak preview of what I wrote in my book about the above. Except David nixed that idea because it’s kind of graphic. He doesn’t think I should put that kind of content on my blog. Or that I should even say those things out loud. That’s probably for the best because we’re trying to keep things classy-ish on Wayward Sparkles these days, which, in part, is why I’m writing my book. Now I have a place to write the things that some might object to on this blog. Because I’ve listened to what many of you have said over the years!
So, if you want to find out what I wrote that I’m not publishing here … it will be in the book — even if David objects.
Because of all of this, though, I’ve made up a new word. Unfortunately, once again, I can’t get into what it is on this blog because it’s pejorative. My hope is that one day it will be nurtured along and actually grow into a full-fledged expletive!
Then I’ll hear my made up word from someone I don’t even know; and it will be like, “Aww, baby’s all grown up and out in the world!”
Anyway, Lauren and a friend of hers helped me out with this on Saturday. Now they’re just as excited to try this new word out. “As long as y’all don’t get into trouble,” was all I said. But “Coraline,” as she will now affectionately be known henceforth is excited she’s in my book because she came up with the exact phrasing — because it’s not just a word, it’s a word with phrasing; a backronym to be exact. And I do love a good backronym.
Also, I met with a friend the other day and she asked me what I did for fun. Do I go places? Do I watch movies? And other than bum me out because I couldn’t think of anything, the next time we meet (she thinks I need to get out of the house more often), I’ll ask her to ask me again. “I make up naughty words for fun” is what I’m going to tell her! But then she’ll probably want explanations and so … maybe not. We will be in a public place after all.
That’s okay. It’s all bussin’!
So last week, I asked what was going on in the world and I looked up for a minute and WHOA! Blogger friend Tanya was right — nothing good!
Hope all the wars come to an end and that light, love and healing takes place!
Keep it real and stay chill,