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Pneumonia is a difficult word to spell, the kind you can type a letter for, backspace, type a letter, backspace, on and on until you get what you think looks right. My sister, even as an adult, used to pronounce it Pee-New-Monie, and oddly, we all knew what she meant.

This is the same sister who has a similar disdain for certain words that I have and offers substitutes when she hears an objectionable one. If someone were to say they had a zit (cringe) or even a pimple (shudder), she would say, "It's called a blemish." I think the softness of the -ish improves on the other words and makes the actual thing less repulsive. While a person might gasp at the site of a zit (cringe), they would likely just shrug at the site of a blemish. It's not unlike a danish or a radish, and who doesn't like those?

This same sister, when her son was a baby, would rename her child's various bodily noises. The poor boy never burped or belched--he bubbled. He didn't fart or even pass gas--he fluffed. Fluffed! If ever there was a boy who farted, it was that one.

My husband has developed a system of modifying nouns by adding a variety of word endings. Someone who has gas doesn't fluff but is gasocious or is full of gasosity. My nephew was a burpocious infant.

I have a friend who adds -able to words to create new forms. If he feels particularly chatty, he is talkable. Some girls are flirtable and some aren't. Some jackasses are slappable and some or more likely to be shot--they are shootable. While I don't usually mind when people add a Y to words--talky as opposed to talkable--I think this tends to make people sound a little juvenile. If you're going to rewrite the language, at least sound like an adult when you do it.

I understand wanting to make the world less harsh by using softer descriptive words, but I have wondered why we rewrite our language as much as we do. Are we bored with it as is? Are the adjectives and adverbs less suitable for newer generations? Do people of other languages play with their words in the same way? I won't attempt to play with Portuguese given the butchery I performed on it in an exchange with Dive recently (no link to that comment box here because it was shameful, or shamey, or shameable). It was shameish.

I have learned to correctly spell pneumonia in order to look it up on webmd.com, an indispensable guide for those of us who have no idea how to care for our unhealthy loved ones--it's helpful or helpy. It's helpable. This morning while my daughter watches the pile of movies I picked up at Blockbuster, and she hacks up phlegm from the base of her lungs, I would prefer that she remove fluid or be less coughy, not as coughocious. I would like her to be quietly coughable, and I bet she wishes she were only just a bit coughish.

Comments

dive said…
So. National Blog Posting Month it is. Love your Yoda. I'd get one myself, but I have Mister Grumpytrousers days when I just can't face the world, so I'd fall short of posting every day.

Lovely post, today.
I don't think this (Mikey calls it "having kinky sex with language") is restricted to English; the Portuguese have some really silly idiomatic phrases and wordplay.
I cannot criticise your Portuguese, by the way as mine is shamefully neglected (I haven't been there for many years, since events hinted at in an old post).

I'm supposed to be cramming for this evening's Japanese test, so your post has been distinctly unhelpy in that all I can think of now are silly English words. Oh well …
Scout said…
Dive, One of the few slang terms I remember from my trip to Brazil is Gato (cat) being used to describe a very cute man.
Ms Mac said…
I have a husband who makes up words as well, it makes for interesting conversations. Of course, sometimes I have to remember who I'm talking to. Telling my doctor for instance, that "I've got a headial ache" would garner some funny looks.
Sassy Sundry said…
Okee. Couple of things here. Blemish is an icky word. It has that icky ish sound in it. That makes it far worse than zit.

And fluffed. Come on! Fluff, even if we aren't referring to Fluff fluff, is still a nice sounding word. Soft. Farting is a vile burst of gas. Fart is a hard sound, quick, unpleasant sounding, and therefore spot-on descriptive.

Say fart and zit you will. :)

I hope your daughter is feeling better.
Taihae said…
My ex's family used fluff too, ironically in their case because they didnt consider bodily explosions taboo, even at the dinner table...oddly, my family doesnt really soften words by changing the ending, but DOES hang on to forgotten baby talk till the end of time. Example - green beans/ gug bugs. pocahontas/pokis honkus. refridgerator/fridder radar. Nice blog!
taihae
Scout said…
Stella, my husband changes names of neighbors--the man next door who is named Marion is now known as Florence, and I always have to stop to think before I speak to him.

Sassy, I forgot abour your connection to Fluff. You don't like the ISH sound? I used to work with a girl who added it to everything.

Welcome Taihae. Thanks! We sometime use those ridiculous words as well--coppue is for some reason what my daughter used to call popsicles. Who knows why.
My Mother inlaw calls farting "shooting a bunny" she can't bring herself to say fart. I also like the word phlegm it's easy to say and it just rolls of the tongue ;)

best to your daughter!
Scout said…
Rich, I don't like the word either, so much so that I don't like the euphemism either, except maybe for barking spiders and stepping on a frog.
Scout said…
Oh, and the phlegm pun was pretty clever.
Anonymous said…
mommy... goo!
Scout said…
Yes, and then daughter #1's word for juice--goo.
Rob7534 said…
Very clever post, I like it.

Whenever I am particularly gassy, I say that I have, "Horrible but NATURAL gas disturbances."

It emphasis the natural, and the disturbance makes it sound a bit paranormal :)
Scout said…
Rob, I'm sorry I didn't respond sooner--This morning I thought about your very clever idea of suggesting your have paranormal "disturbances" and chuckled all over again. Funny.

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