I was looking something up on Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary and I noticed a fun little link in the corner called Word of the Day. I clicked on it, my mouth watering for an exciting new vocabulary word (I'm actually serious, and I'm sorry - I am apologizing to you), and this is what I saw:
telecommute • \TEL-ih-kuh-myoot\ • verb
: to work at home by the use of an electronic linkup with a central office
Example Sentence:Marie recently installed a high-speed computer line in her home so she could telecommute two days a week.
This is absolute bullcrap. I'm offended. I'm actually stupider now, and my IQ is plummeting as we speak.
WTH?!?!?
Remember on Peewee's playhouse when they had a word of the day, and every time someone utilized it they would bellow like a bunch of ignorant neanderthals? That's what I feel like doing right now. Because that's what I've been reduced to. Only mine would be out of frustration, and not out of blissful stupidity.
Telecommute? Are you serious? What ever happened to words like diaphanous, epistemic, and recrudescence?
I never would have wanted to live in the 18th century. The lack of medical inginuity, the condescension of women....but this is for a whole other blog. One thing of which I am envious is their intelligence and their intellectual dispositions. Don't believe me? Pick up the book called The Man Who Was Thursday by G.K. Chesterton. If men today talked like that, they would actually intrigue women of substance intsead of these flakes who will drop their panties at any little compliment a man spews during his neverending quest of talking about himself.
On the other hand, maybe it's a good thing men don't talk like that now, because then I would be the panty-dropper. We can't have that. So having that said, I'm just going to bask in my literary recrudescence, and ignore the rise of diaphanous behavior and these epistemic limitations.
Telecommute.
Geeeez.
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