The year is not even half over and there is a four-letter word ending in -ck that is about to push me over the edge.
No, not the F-bomb. People wouldn’t even be able to communicate without that one any longer. It’s decidedly imprecise, like an effin’ car that won’t start. What IS an “effin’ car?” Or even “WTF.” WTF does that even mean?! Colorful, creative cussing has been replaced with a single, boring word.
Well, poot! (that one is a favorite of my friend Dirtwoman, who doesn’t seem to have succumbed. )
But I’ve digressed. H-a-c-k is showing up everywhere, replacing some much softer and more accurate words. Remember when “runway” was where a plane sat, until until some British reporter used tarmac and every American reporter swooned? There’s nothing wrong with tarmac; it was simply the speed at which it took over which surprised me. These days, the only thing a runway is good for is modeling clothes.
Sheesh! I’ve digressed again. Perhaps my brain waves have been hacked.
Hack has a negative connotation to me. If a surgeon does a hack job in removing a tumor, one thinks malpractice. When a cat hacks up a hairball, who wants to keep it around? If a stylist hacks up one’s hair, there goes the tip. There are dozens of other uses, involving axes, hoes, horses, cab drivers, computers, sports penalties, shin kicking. . .. And we’re supposed to switch gears and embrace that?
How did this happen so fast? Who made that decree?! It’s an invasion of the body hackers!
Life Hacks, Household Hacks, Gardening Hacks? Really? I’d prefer mine in HINT form, thank you. Any other way is a hairball.