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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Dude! Chick it out! (How women use "dude" in conversation)

For some strange reason, academics cannot fathom why a woman would say dude to another woman. Not only that, they question why a well educated woman, such as myself, who has a masters degree would endeavor to use such language. Well, dude, check it out!

Being a chill dudette from Cali, I can attest that “dude” has greater shades of meaning than just way for two young men to address each other. I'm the girl who was nicknamed “Dude” because I would say “Dude, what's up?” when a friend called me. It morphed into her saying just “Duuuude” when she called me. I instantly knew it was her. Another friend, asked, “Dude, howcome you say dude so much?” I answered, “Dude, I don't know.” All of this makes me an self-professed expert on uses of the word, “Dude.”

Let's look at a fictitious conversation:

Person#1: Dude! Where's my car?
Person#2: Dude! I don't know!
Person#3: Duuuuude.

By using an exclaimation point, “dude” becomes a word which signals others to pay attention—an interjection. Person #3 takes “dude” to a whole new level by extending it over the u. Person #3 expresses sympathy, dismay or surprise at the events which have transpired. Confused?

A chill dudette like me can't comprehend the confusion when Dictionary.com spells it out so nicely for the last word that shared a cross-gender expression; man.
Slang. a term of familiar address to a man or a woman: Hey, man, take it easy.
–interjection
Slang. an expression of surprise, enthusiasm, dismay, or other strong feeling: Man, what a ball game!


Man! How could you forget? This was seen frequently in popular film and television. Perhaps the very people who are confused by a chick saying, “Dude” often used “Man” in their day without regard for the address going to a man or a woman.

Let's change Dictionary.com to include these very real meanings of Dude:
Slang. a term of familiar address to a man or a woman: Dude, chill.
–interjection . an expression of surprise, enthusiasm, dismay, or other strong feeling: Dude! Where's my car? Or just: Dude! Also: Duuuuuuuude! Or even: Duhuhude!


In case interjections confuse you, here is an updated Schoolhouse Rock explanation:

So when you're happy (Hurray!) (Dude!)
or sad (Aw!) (Dude!)
Or frightened (Eeeeeek!) (Dude!)
or mad (Rats!) (Dude!)
Or excited (Wow!) (Dude!)
or glad (Hey!) (Dude!)
An interjection starts a sentence right.

By now it should be clear that many uses of the word “dude” are acceptable coming from a woman.

Dude, my work is done.

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Saturday, December 26, 2009

Merry Christmas

Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas. May 2010 be a wonderful year for all of us.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

That's So Gay

I went to watch my friends ice skate this weekend and at the rink there was one of those roach coaches. The license plate said, "GAYCAFE."

Savvy: So if someone said "that's so gay" about the cafe, would that be alright?
GaCafe: Well, I guess in that case it would be appropriate.



He looked a little sheepish. I noticed there is a sign saying all their proceeds go to supporting Gay charities. That's super Gay. How about supporting other kinds of charities? That wouldn't be gay, I suppose. I mean, true, there are times when people go too far with things, but in LA?? If I'm driving down Santa Monica Boulevard and see two men holding hands, why can't I say "that's so gay"? I mean if it really IS, what's the problem? But no, we have an entire commercial campaign with posters and TV airtime.

A photo of a man with a handbag near West Hollywood...really, I'll bet he's gay. I have gaydar. Let me reiterate, this is WeHo.


So far the recommendation from these commercials is to insult back. How big of them.
* That’s so “jock who can complete a pass but not a sentence.” (Huh?)
* That’s so “cheerleader who like, can’t like, say smart stuff.” (Like, who cares.)
* That’s so “gamer guy who has more videogames than friends.” (Ouch?)

What if you are a gay gamer guy, gay cheerleader or gay jock? We are supposed to believe that saying That's so jock is somehow the same...except that we make fun of jocks all the time. Geology is real science, geography is called Rocks for Jocks because it's easier. The thing is, they can take it. If the jocks get mad, they are called gay.



And let's face it, these commercials are stupid--like the one chosen. It's not at all the same thing to say something is "so Emma & Julia". Is gay REALLY who you ARE? Or are you a "homosexual", "homo", "lesbo", "pitching for the other team", "dyke", "butch", "nancy boy", "pansy", "light in your loafers", "faggot", "fag", "art fag"...? In England cigarettes are fags but you can be "bent", a "bender", a "poof", a "poofter", a "hoofter", "Harry Hoofter" or be crowned "Queen of the May." In both the UK and the States a man can also be a "queer", "queen" or a "queenie." In Australia, you can be a "quince." There are even more terms than that which are far more graphic. But "gay" deserves an ad campaign??

Ultimately all this whining and crying about being called a name that was chosen for the group is, well, really GAY! So is making a t-shirt about it. How about you choose another from the plethora of terms?

Kids will always find a way to insult each other. Maybe it's not the word that's the problem. They'll find another word. Take away "retarded" and they call each other "special". In fact, I speak Spanish and usually Mexican kids don't say anything about anyone being "gay." They take the high road and call each other "mongol" or "maricon" Sweet, huh? ("Maricon" means "light in the loafers.")

If you don't get that this was supposed to be sarcastic, it's because you're special, an imbecile, an idiot, a moron or a mongol. (But I wouldn't call you "retarded" or a "retard", because that upsets people.)

More food for thought:
Connor Boyack - That's So Gay

Gay Gay Gay

That's So Gay, You're So Retarded

Think Before You Speak



When kids were kids and insulted each other freely:

The truth is nothing has changed but the words.

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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

D-light-ful

As the end of the year returns, I find myself reflecting on all the Ds I am or could be.

ChavvyD--If I visit the UK chavvy is bad. I will have to take care not to wear too much bling, any track suits or Burberry. It might be a good idea to stay away from the bad or "chavvy" parts of town. Chavs are what punks were--usually poor, working class and uneducated. (see illustration)

BunnyD--When I listen to Echo and the Bunnymen--which is alot lately.
PunkyD--When I listen to any punk or post-punk music--for scholarly study, of course.
GroovyD--When I listen to the Doors or Echo and the Bunnymen covering the Doors. Also when I go to see bands alot.
CurvyD--When I am feeling a little sexy.
PeevyD--When someone hits my pet peeve or I hit theirs.
SkankyD--If I were to start sleeping around...
HeavyD--When I need to lose a little weight or am in a serious mood.
BlabbyD--not a D I would like to be, but who I would be if I started telling people your secrets.
SlavvyD--If I were to visit Slovakia...
TrannyD--I dressed up as a man once for Halloween. I used mascara on my facial peach fuzz and voila! I got double takes and then people would start laughing. Pass on being a real tranny.
PiggyD--When dressed up as Miss Piggy this year for Halloween. It was fun.
Trage-D--When bad things happen.
NavvyD--When I worked in food service or retail as an unskilled laborer. Also chavvy..
DivvyD--When I am not very smart--another British slang term.
NervyD--When I am feeling brave.
CheekyD--When I am insolent or impudent.
ChevyD--When I chase after the wrong things.
MavvyD--When I am exceptionally skilled in any field like say blogging. Maven...
HeavenD--Sort of sounds like heavenly...I'd like to be more of that to other people. I mostly fall short

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Monday, December 7, 2009

How To Send a Phone Number to a Guy (While On a Date With Another)

Yes, another night, another blind date. Stranger things have happened. As I walked to the restaurant, I figured we'd have a drink and I would stop at Sansai or the yummy NYC style pizza place. When I arrived, the guy was clearly a little nervous. He said he hadn't eaten dinner and invited me to dine with him rather than just have a drink. I did my best to put him at ease. Really, the only thing I want to talk about these days is music, so I did.

Savvy: I'm really into a band called Echo and the Bunnymen. They were really big in LA. I guess in Michigan maybe not so much.
Blind: No I think I've heard of them. What songs have they done?
Savvy: The Killing Moon...eveyone's covered it or so it seems.
Blind: Doesn't ring any bells.
Savvy: Bring on the Dancing Horses...People are Strange--they covered that.
Blind: No. Can't think of anything.
Savvy: You'd know them if you saw them. The lead singer has hair like a peacock...trenchcoat...prescription Ray Bans because he was blind as a bat... (crickets chirp) So...what do you like?


Let's see, he's from Michigan, so it was the expected parade of Classic Rock. Now listen, I like Classic Rock more than most people, it's just not what I'm into right now. In the meantime, a man wearing glasses and a nice sportcoat sat down in the bar area. He was attractive. Back to classic rock...

Savvy: You like yes? That's awesome. The lead singer has an amazing voice.
BlindL: He really does. Jon Anderson.
Savvy: I like Led Zeppelin, too. I just feel guilty sometimes when I listen to some of the songs.
Blind: really? I don't.
Savvy: Well, Jimmy Page is really into that satan guy, Aliester Crowley and then some of their songs are really naughty.
Blind: Yes that's true.


I was thinking specifically about the song where the lyrics say "Squeeze my lemon til the juice runs down my leg. Squeeze my lemon till I fall right out of bed" or something like that.

Meanwhile, the Glasses guy was seated at the table right near mine. Our eyes met and I looked away. I'm on a date, right?

And then there were topics like how he was Catholic, how I don't feel like I've really had communion at church because I go to a Protestant church right now and they use grape juice. It doesn't feel holy. Then he started telling me about all the dating services he was using.

Savvy: So, do you think it's that people are too picky?
Blind: Yes, I've definitely seen that.
Savvy: I've just decided that I'm going to enjoy my life with my friends and not worry about it anymore.
Blind: Have you ever been engaged before?
Savvy: Yes.
Blind: Really? Was that a good experience?
Savvy: Some of it was good, some of it wasn't. I really don't like to talk about my past relationships.


Some of the date went OK. I didn't really get a interested vibe from him. I wanted to be interested, but I wasn't. However, Glasses did turn around and look at me and raised his eyebrows as he looked away. I didn't know what that meant but thought it might be good. Meanwhile I was on this blind date.

Blind: So did you park far?
Savvy: No, not too far.
Blind: Would you like for me to walk you to your car?
Savvy: I don't know. Ummm...I guess.


Really, I was thinking if he walked me out then I wouldn't have a chance to do anything about Glasses. But I relented.

Dessert came and went. I spilled something on myself which I went to the bathroom to clean up. When he said he needed to use the restroom, I knew exactly what to do. I walked up to the hostess and asked for a card. I wrote down my name, phone number and, "I like your glasses." I couldn't think of anything else.

Savvy: So, I'm on this blind date and I know it's over, but...
Hostess: Yes?
Savvy: Well, there's this guy who I find attractive at the next table.
Hostess: Oh really? Which one?
Savvy: The one with the glasses at that table right there.
Hostess: Are you going to give him that card?
Savvy: well, even though the date is basically over, I want to be respectful and I was wondering if you would help me out with giving him the card.
Hostess: Oh! Yes, I can do that. Do you want me to do that now?
Savvy: No, if you could wait until I leave, that would be really great.
Hostess: OK, sure. No problem.


I went back to the table to gather my things and speak to my date.

Savvy: I just wanted to get one of their cards. I really liked this place.
Blind: Sounds like a great idea.


I looked at Glasses on the way out but he didn't look up. Shoot!

On the way home I called the restaurant.

Savvy: Hi, I was calling to talk to the hostess there...
Host: Oh, OK, I'll get her.
Savvy: Thanks.
Host2: Hello, thank you for calling, how can I help you?
Savvy: I was waiting to talk to the hostess...I asked her to do something for me...
Host2: She's right here.
Savvy: Awesome...so...what happened?
Hostess: Well, I gave him the card and he seemed really flattered.
Savvy: Really? that's awesome. Just so you know, my date ended with a handshake.
Hostess: Do you want me to tell him something?
Savvy: Well, I guess you could tell him I called and see what he thinks of that. Only don't tell him that I said to say that. Oh I don't know. I guess we should just let the card speak for itself. As long as he knows that it's a blind date and I wanted to be respectful.
Hostess: Sure thing.
Savvy: Have you ever had anyone do something like this?
Hostess: No, never actually. This is a first.
Savvy: Seriously? I didn't know what to do. That's cool. A first. Well, it was a first for me, too. I mean, if he calls, great and if he doesn't, I guess that's OK too.
Hostess: Well, I hope he calls.
Savvy: Thanks. I'll let you know if anything happens.


I imagine he and his friend had a good laugh over my card. Part of me was thinking that he might be gay since men don't often split a bottle of wine over dinner. Part of me was enjoying being the mysterious woman at the table next to his. Maybe I made the man smile. Maybe tonight, he'll look at himself in the mirror and think what a handsome guy he is in those glasses.

The guy did not call. If he doesn't have a girlfriend, his loss.

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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Happy Birthday Sylvia!!

Hi Savvy,

I want to thank you for your gift, but unfortunately I am not sure what card or gift you gave. All my gifts were placed in to one bag. Please let me know.

P.S. Your presence was a true gift.
--Sylvia

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Sylvia!!!!
Thanks for your thank you!!! I hope you at least got the card. I gave you a 3 carat diamond ring. What do you MEAN you can't find it!!!?????
;) Savvy

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