Dear Jessica Brennan,
There was a time when tag was a game you played, not a thing you did to a picture. Rap was the sound you made when you were knocking on a door, not the sound you heard when you were walking by a club. To kill-it was a bad thing. We didn’t slay things. Being fat (phat) wasn’t good. If it was sick, it wasn’t cool. Bad didn’t mean awesome. Wicked meant evil.
If you were reaching out to someone they were metaphorically or actually drowning. You didn’t reach out to your accountant to ask about your taxes. You didn’t store things in clouds and no one talked about their carbon footprint.
Friends were people you actually knew.
Nouns were words that indicated people, places or things, like for example a vision was a noun. We didn’t try to turn nouns into verbs by adding “ing”. There was no adulting in those days. We didn’t talk like that because, well, we were adults.
A virus was something your doctor treated. The words google, bling, bromance and upcycle didn’t exist. We would have been mortified to say that we were living post-truth. We didn’t have actionable items, we just had a to-do list. It was easier that way.
Shade was something a tree threw. That’s the bomb, was a totally different kind of excitement.
I know that I’m not 100% up on all the newest lingo, but in regards to this post, I think I can safely say, “Boom. Nailed it!”
Love Mum xo
PS – I know you’re cringing
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