Blogger E, Usually I would just comment on your post, but I found it so interesting that I am inspired to post in response. You see, I have been waging a long and arduous linguistic battle myself, though this one with hipsters, taste-makers, cultural elites--you know, the bourgeoisie. As our silent partner sugarpockets knows, what I want is to reinfuse our common idiom with my favorite phrase/exclamation of the 1980's:
"Grody to the max!!!" Much to my chagrin though, this campaign has been in vain. I had expected to find my cause championed by the likes of
Noam Chomsky and
William Buckley, but no such luck. So, here's to you,
Punky Brewster (pictured). You might have grown into a fetching and
buxom young woman (pictured), but in my heart, you will always be the cute, befreckled kid with the mismatched socks
whose friend accidentally got locked in a refrigerator. Next time I see a rat crawling on the subway platform at
East Broadway, in your honor I will proclaim, "Grody to the max!!!"
Blogger E, Usually I would just comment on your post, but I found it so interesting that I am inspired to post in response. You see, I have been waging a long and arduous linguistic battle myself, though this one with hipsters, taste-makers, cultural elites--you know, the bourgeoisie. As our silent partner sugarpockets knows, what I want is to reinfuse our common idiom with my favorite phrase/exclamation of the 1980's: "Grody to the max!!!" Much to my chagrin though, this campaign has been in vain. I had expected to find my cause championed by the likes of Noam Chomsky and William Buckley, but no such luck. So, here's to you, Punky Brewster (pictured). You might have grown into a fetching and buxom young woman (pictured), but in my heart, you will always be the cute, befreckled kid with the mismatched socks whose friend accidentally got locked in a refrigerator. Next time I see a rat crawling on the subway platform at East Broadway, in your honor I will proclaim, "Grody to the max!!!"
