“I HOPE IT DIES ABORNING.”
How to further evolution — with just your brain and your tongue!
What do other people think of us?! The country wants to know.
When identity terms get thrown in the pressure cooker.
Pardon my French.
Skeletons and debutantes.
“Is all your delite and joy in whiskying and romping abroad like a Tom boy?” This post is for you.
Come on, you knew there’d be cats involved.
There are so many great L-words they didn’t get to use.
Happiness, Latin vaginas, northern winds, and flaming quarrels. And we’re just getting started.
It was wacky! It was depressing! It’s finally over! From “undocumented” to “transphobia” to “affluenza,” come look at the words that defined a year and defined themselves at the same time. (“Selfie” is nowhere on this list, I promise.)
You don’t need me to tell you what this is.
Why should the rest of the internet have all the fun?
Which should change first — society or the dictionary?
“Melaine Randall has said that “the day we start defining feminism, it has lost its vitality.” I’d parry with “the day we start defining feminism, we get an enormous headache and end up subjecting readers to like 1500 words of confusion, because it is impossible.”
“[No one can break] the spell laid by language on this word.” Happy Halloween, witchez.
Are all camp-related words fun to say? Maybe.
The first self-defined feminists, boobs, and a lemonade ocean.
In which the hysterical, nagging, irrational Jennifer Weiner won’t take “strident” in stride.
The grammatical is political.