In an effort to bring you a more streamlined blog, Mehgers and I have decided to get rid of a few words and phrases that have been overused; both by us and the general population.
I used this phrase once as a euphemism for “crazy” and received quite a bit of slack publicly and privately. I thought the cool kids were using it. Turns out, just douches use it.
I don’t know exactly when the term “douche” became so ubiquitous. I think Judd Apatow started it when he was making funny movies geared toward every age bracket. Anyway, I use it often. I like it. But I think it is becoming an overplayed, vague descriptor and one that I often use to describe bartenders who think they are cool. Like the mustachioed douche who made my drinks the other night at Bow and Truss. I might just reserve that word for anyone with a moustache…including girls.
Megan had a big sit down with me a few months ago about
our my overuse of the word “hipster” in real life and Bingeworthy posts. She said just because you live on the East Side of Los Angeles, wear vintage clothes you pretend not to care about and can identify the lineage of a mixologist by the angles of their ice cubes, it doesn’t classify you as a hipster. We had this conversation at The Varnish, where en vogue bartender, Marcos Tello, was working, and Megan wanted to show me this sweater she just bought that came with a cigarette burn hole in it.
I really despise this oft used overly casual phrase. Example: I say to my waiter, “May I get a glass of water when ya get a sec?” His response, “No worries, man. I’ll be right back with your water.” Guess what….I REALLY WASN’T THAT WORRIED ABOUT IT! I hadn’t lost any sleep over it and I am not currently choking. So how about this instead. “Sure, I’ll be right back with your water”. Also, it is almost always a male server who says “no worries”. Like he needs me to know he is really cool and chill. Cuz I care.
White Guys With Dredlocks
This obviously is not a word or a phrase and it has nothing to do with food or Bingeworthy. I just hate them.
If you are twelve years old and are the executive chef of a Michelin star restaurant then yes, you are a Wunderkind. Otherwise, you are just a “talented young chef”.
I dunno… just call it something else.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
This is Megan. Cory likes to tell fake stories about me, like the one in which we were at the Varnish together on a night Marcos Tello was working (I was there alone), or the one in which I bought a sweater with a cigarette burn hole (it’s a regular hole on top of a stain). Or the epic lie in which our legit douchey bartender at Bow & Truss had a moustache (it was just a disgusting 5 o’clock shadlow). That last sentence was a little preview of words I need to excise from my own vocabulary. I’ll confess my sins and set the record straight next week.