Dictionary Challenge Weeks 40-42: A Sedulous Challenge

It’s time to get intellectual.

Okay, well, maybe only a little bit. There are a ton of entries that are basically just synonyms of words that are much more common. Sometimes I like these entries because they have a nice flow to them, but most of the time I’m much more realistic in how I consider them. No one (that is… regular, non-pompous, literarily disinclined folks) will know what I’m saying when I spout off about how the dictionary is sesquipedalian.

I could have just said the dictionary has big words in it.

Big words

So while I’m being acquainted with a great many words that are, well, sesquipedalian – the practicality of actually using them is fairly moot. I’m a writer by trade, but not in the grand literary sense of novelists and poets, so any instances where some of these words could be used would actually be a hindrance, acting more as a barrier to communication than an asset. Using complex language excludes a lot more people than it includes.

However, even though I know, for convenience sake, I won’t use a lot of these words… I still appreciate them. Here’s a list of some of my favourite “big words” from the last three weeks:

Rodomontade – Boastful or bragging talk or behaviour

Sagacious – 1. Mentally penetrating; gifted with discernment; having practical wisdom 2. Acute-minded; shrewd

Salubrious – 1. Conducive or favourable to good health; healthy 2. Pleasant; agreeable

Scabrous –  1. having a rough surface; bearing short stiff hairs, scales, etc 2. Requiring tactful treatment; hard to handle with decency 3a. indecent, salacious; scandalous 3b. behaving licentiously

Saturnine – 1. Sluggishly gloomy temperament 2. (of looks) dark and brooding

Saprophagous – feeding on decaying matter

Scrofula – 2. Morally corrupt

Rugose – wrinkled, corrugated

Senesce – grow old

Sententious – 1. (of a person) fond of pompous moralizing

Sedulous – 1. Persevering, diligent, assiduous 2. (of an action, etc) deliberately and consciously continued; painstaking

That last one I feel like applies to me. Deliberately and consciously continuing the painstaking process of reading the dictionary. But let’s move along to some words I’d like to expand on a bit. First up, is one of my favourites… rusticate meaning, in the first sense “retire or live in the country.” This is really only because I am a country girl who now lives in the city and I have this part of me that still yearns for the country. Rusticate has enough of that romantic sound to it that it really aligns with how I feel about the country; it elicits an elegiac response in me.

Another top contender is shemozzle and this is simply because it’s fun to say and pairs well with its definition, like a cheap glass of white wine with chicken nuggets…. that definition being “a brawl or commotion” in the first sense, and “a muddle” in the second sense. Come on. Say it out loud. Shemozzle.

Now wasn’t that fun?

Next up is a word I included because I like how the people who write the definitions wrote part of the entry for selfish. In the first sense, it’s defined as “deficient in consideration for others, concerned chiefly with one’s own personal profit or pleasure; actuated by self-interest.” It’s the first part that I like so much. Deficient in consideration for others. Maybe it’s because I like how it implies that a selfish person isn’t just self-involved, but that they are actively deficient in some way – that they are lacking. It’s my own idiosyncratic way of looking at it, I suppose.

I also liked the word Saskabush as “a nickname for Saskatoon” because I had never heard that nickname before, but it made me laugh because it’s pretty fitting. The word schmaltz is another I liked because the two senses of the word are so completely different, yet I could still see how they might relate. The first sense is “sentimentality, esp in music, drama, etc” and the second sense is “melted chicken fat.”

Different. Yet similar.

I also have to make note that shit-eating made its way into the dictionary, defined as “smug, self-satisfied.” Which is something, I think, that most people know. But, like many other words I’ve come across in The Behemoth, it made me stop and think about it. I don’t think someone would necessarily feel all that smug if they were eating feces. Right?

Yeah. Words certainly are interesting… when you think about them. Kind of like how the archaic definition of self-abuse is “masturbation.” I have just one thing to say about this… you’re doing it wrong.

Weeks 40-42 Stats

Starting Word: Roblin, Dufferin                         Ending Word: side

Total Pages: 1442/1815                                      Ahead/Behind: -33

Dictionary Challenge Week 37-39: You Don’t Want to be Ravishing

Merry Christmas everyone! Grab your rum and eggnog and settle in for the latest round-up of words that have struck my fancy for the latest edition of the Dictionary Challenge. But first I have to draw attention to the boring mathematics of it all. (Which, to be honest, gives me just a tinge of satisfaction. It’s like when you’re trying to lose weight and you hop on the scale every day and you can see that number shrinking.) So. For the first time in weeks I’ve gotten a little closer to “back on track,” now being 40 pages behind.  And at the end of this month, there will be only 10 weeks left in this challenge.

Oooh. A chill just ran up my spine.

I can see the light!! It’s a mere 480 pages away. Well 480 pages of the dictionary. That’s approximately the same as 7 average sized novels… of reference material. (Just in case anyone needed reminding.)

Obviously failure is still a very real possibility. I never count my chickens before they hatch, so I’ll only prevaricate (speak or act evasively or misleadingly) about whether or not I think I’ll make it. All I’ll admit to is trying my best… and being one refractory (stubborn, unmanageable, rebellious) piece of work, with an emphasis on the stubborn part of the definition.

Now, I think I’ll ease you into this post. Yes, that is a completely obvious foreshadowing of the dark and dingy road we will eventually amble down. So let’s start with something I have always wondered, but have never took the time to look up: A cousin who is twice removed. It was a confusing concept for me. I thought it was a family member who was disowned. But how someone is disowned twice was a mystery to me. Turns out that was completely wrong.

Removed – 1. (esp of cousins) separated by a specified number of steps of descent

Which means that a first cousin twice removed is the grandchild of a first cousin. Need more clarification? Think of your cousin. Now if that person had a child, that child would be your cousin, once removed. And if that child (as an adult, of course) had a child, then that would be your cousin, twice removed. After writing this all out, it seems like it would be pretty basic or common knowledge. So sorry for wasting your time. I’m sure you all already knew this.

Let me make it up to you with… purple. What? You also already know what purple is? False. (Well, maybe you do, but…) I’m talking about the second sense of the word in relation to writing and speech, which means excessively elaborate or ornate. Now, that’s awesome. As you can tell, my writing isn’t purple. If I had to colour it, it’d probably be green.

While I’m reading the dictionary, I have these sort of meta moments. For example, reading the word read. It means examine or peruse printed matter for recreation or personal enjoyment. Which makes me think I’m doing it wrong. Oh, but I jest. Yes, sometimes (most of the time) I’m trudging through The Behemoth and it’s not really all that enjoyable, but there are many moments where I learn something interesting, correct a mistaken thought or belief, or am rewarded with a new word that I love. Something like riparian, which is defined as on or of a riverbank. It’s a nice, smooth word and makes me think of gondoliers perched in their boats (and maybe busting out a romantic song in Italian.) Or something like propeller-head, a term for a computer geek; a nerd.

But, as I warned earlier, not all the words in the dictionary are sunshine and roses. Like ratbag, an unpleasant or disgusting person. The definition is apt, I’d say. I also kind of like it because it is so fitting. I mean, if you’re going to call someone a ratbag, they better be unpleasant or disgusting. I don’t call people names, not even the unpleasant folks, but I’d really like to start using ratbag. Just picture a fight breaking out in hockey and one of them says, “bring it on ratbag.” I bet the fight would end right then; nobody can swing a fist well when they’re laughing.

And speaking of rats, I have learned there is a small rat-like marsupial of the Potoroidae family, having kangaroo-like hind limbs for jumping called a rat kangaroo. That sounds terrifying. Imagine a big black rat springing up at you with it’s big old chompers and beady little eyes. Don’t worry, it’s not actually that terrifying. It’s actually kind of cute. Well, the ones I saw on google anyways.

Next up, is a common word, but it deserves mention because the Oxford nailed this one on the head. The definition is kind of beautiful, in a way, if you know what I mean. The word is resignation and it’s defined as the uncomplaining endurance of a sorrow or difficulty in the 3rd sense. That’s the absolutely perfect definition. A lot of words in the dictionary mean basically the same thing, so it kind of makes them less special. For example, resplendent is a word that I’ve liked for a long time, but when I finally read it in the dictionary, and the definition was brilliant, dazzlingly or gloriously bright, it was a bit disappointing. I felt like resplendent was a magnificent word and deserved a majestic definition. I wanted it to dazzle me, but it didn’t. It just was exactly what it was. It wasn’t wrong, obviously, but I wanted it to be… more. Ya, know?

So, um, yeah. I liked the definition for resignation.

This next one is actually one I use a lot when describing a fun time. Ripsnortera person or thing of exceptionally remarkable strength, energy, quality, etc. I really just wanted to share this with you because it’s a fun, goofy word and it basically means awesome. I usually use it in the context, “we’re gonna have a ripsnortin’ good time!” And we do.

Now, in case any of you were actually doubting that I was reading the Canadian Oxford Dictionary, I have all the proof you’ll need. It comes in the definition of road apple which is a piece of horse manure in the first sense and a frozen piece of horse manure used as a hockey puck, especially on the prairies in the second sense. Which is about as Canadian as you can get. Have I done this? Perhaps. Okay, yes. It happened. And I have no shame.

So along with the definitions, the dictionary will also provide example sentences to show how the word is used. But, as you can imagine, sometimes after reading for hours the words and entries can kind of blur together. So when I came to the entry for protection and read the example sentences: “not wise to engage in sex without protection; she brought a gun for protection”… well. I was caught right off guard.

She needs a gun to protect herself while having sex?

You’re doing it wrong, was all I could think. But then I realized those were two separate examples. I also realized I needed some sleep. Unfortunately, I also realized I actually can think of moments where this scenario applies.

And now for the final descent into the darker side of things.

She Looked Ravishing

First, we have the word ravishing which is a nice word, meaning entrancing, delightful in the first sense and extraordinarily beautiful in the second sense. Nothing wrong with that. However, the entry just before this one was for the root of the word. That being ravish and meaning, in the first sense, to commit rape on. And there’s a connection here that isn’t right. Ravish comes from Old French ravir, ultimately from Latin rapere seize. So you can see how it leads to rape. But how did we get from one to the other? From rape to extraordinarily beautiful? It seems obvious to me, but that is only my interpretation, of which I’m not arrogant enough to say that it’s right and so, while this is my opinion, all I ask is that you take a moment to ruminate on this yourself and think of the bigger implications.

And maybe don’t say, “you look ravishing.” You might be giving a compliment, but underneath a seemingly innocuous word, is a long history of mostly women, but also others who have suffered. It is, however, made clear in the dictionary that ravish and ravishing are separate words with separate meanings, so the argument could be made that considering them together is wrong. I wouldn’t agree with that. You can’t slap “ing” onto a word and say it’s now something good. It highlights how we twist things and normalize them. I’m pretty sure when you tell someone, “you look ravishing tonight” you’re not actually saying, “you look so good I could/would/will rape you tonight.”

But how can you not make that association now that you know that the root word of your compliment is a violent, aggressive act of sexual abuse?

Things to think about.

When it comes to your words – choose wisely.

Week 37-39 Stats

Starting Word: precipitation                  Ending Word: Robinson

Total Pages: 1335/1815                           Ahead/Behind: -40

Dictionary Challenge Weeks 34-36: Lexical Synchronicity & Dick Whips

For six weeks I have been unable to read myself out of the remaining deficit. I have 50 pages to go before I am back at par and back on track to actually reading the whole Behemoth in one year’s time.

Which, by the way, is a deadline of March 16th, 2017.

It feels like, all of a sudden, that’s not very far off. I wouldn’t be lying if I told you I wished I was already on that 1815th page. But, I suppose, that is how things that take so much time and effort go. I’ve always been a destination person. I know that corny saying “It’s about the journey, not the destination” is true, but damn I have a hard time really living it. Every time I finish a challenge, a project, or even a book, I’m left with this small pocket of sadness; and yet, while I know this is coming, I can’t help but wish it were already here.

The danger with this type of thinking is that you’re always looking forward and that’s not necessarily a good thing. Because you’re always wanting what’s next, what’s to come, and you forget to appreciate the moment, the right here and right now. When this is all said and done, an entire year of my life will have passed. Not an insignificant amount of time, is it? I have done many things in addition to reading the dictionary… but I have also neglected a great many things as well. And this is where my stubbornness kicks in. I’m not much of a quitter. It’s not easy for me to walk away from things. If I say I’m going to do something, it feels like I don’t have a choice – I have to do it. So while I have thought about throwing in the towel many times, moving on, and focusing on new projects, my relationship, and my physical health… I am still here with my ever-present dictionary sidekick, watching the pages dwindle and March 16th approach.

As of late, I have been able to retain a better balance of life than a few months ago when I was spending upwards of two hours a day reading the Behemoth. So that’s been nice.

Anyways.

Let’s get to what you’re actually here for. The letter “P” is the third most word heavy letter of the alphabet, comprising a total of 147 pages of the dictionary. I have been reading words that begin with the letter “P” for over 3 weeks. So I think it’s only fair that when we jump into the words we start with pee. Yeah, yeah, everyone knows it means urinate. But the interesting fact of the day is… why? Well let me impart some dictionary knowledge upon you. We say we “gotta go pee” because pee is the written form of the letter “p” and “p” is the first letter of the word “piss.” So now you know.

My favourite word of the last three weeks is palooka which is what you’d call an oaf or a lout. Sorry… I don’t have any extra dictionary knowledge to drop on you about why for this one, other than that the origin is unknown. But doesn’t it sound fun? I think I might start using this as an endearing term for my sweetie. It has that kind of ring to it, doesn’t it? “I love you my sweet palooka.” I mean, if you can call your significant other a pookie, babe, big daddy, cuddle muffin, doodle bug, lambkins, shmoopsie poo – I could go on forever, here – I think palooka fits right in.

In a close second place is the word pendragon. This word describes a medieval beast that blasted ink from it’s nostrils.

Pendragon

Okay, fine. That was a lie. It’s actually a wordsmith who slays the competition with bad ass word configurations…. Sorry – that was a lie too. I really just want it to mean that. I love the word, but the definition is lame. It’s actually (I swear this is the truth this time) an ancient British or Welsh prince, often as a title. So, I mean, if I had the title of pendragon I’d feel pretty awesome, but I don’t and neither does anyone else… unless we all started to use it as in my second made up definition. Thoughts? Anyone? We could force it to mean a bad ass wordsmith – an ink breathing curator of infinite written talent!… Spitting out inky word-blots of sheer glory! Whose with me!? Can I get a robust “hell yeah!”?

Guess I’m all alone on that one. Ah, well, c’est la vie.

So for the sake of transparency, I’ll admit to you that I wrote everything up until this paragraph yesterday. This is important, because today something happened.

Let me tell you all about the geekiest moment of excitement I had today. This story really begins many a day ago when I read the word post-prandial in the dictionary and thought it was great because I didn’t know that there was a word for something “happening immediately after a meal.” I was also a touch disappointed because I would probably never use it since it really isn’t that common of a word. So I took a moment to appreciate it and then I moved on. Now fast forward to today. I was on the infallible internet doing my research on a product for work… and right there, in one review among hundreds, was the sentence:

… you can announce to your family, “That was vegan, you know,” as they’re laying down their forks in postprandial bliss.

Boomshakalaka! That’s lexical synchronicity right there. Was I just wondering why the hell I’m reading all these words, most of which I’ll never use/need/see again in my life? Was I getting a little down about this challenge? A little impatient? A little unappreciative? Maybe. But not anymore! You never know when some unsuspecting word like post-prandial is going to just jump up and bite ya. Or something like that.

And it’s those small moments of brilliance that act like a whisper in my ear, “keep going.”

Before I wind things up, I have a few other words that deserve mention. Like panleukopenia, which is a word workout for your mouth and means “feline distemper.” I really just included it because I will never use it again as it is the equivalent of running a marathon when you could just do a 5K and say your little critter has the “cat plague.” I don’t plan on ever running a marathon.

Another thing I have learned lately is that a pound cake is a rich cake originally made with a pound each of butter, sugar, flour, and eggs. Another thing they could have called it was a heart attack. Seriously. That’s crazy.

And last, but certainly not least, I unfortunately have to make mention of one of the dictionary’s more messed up words. Okay, not so much the dictionary’s word but the actual thing itself. Now, I have been guilty of talking like a poser and uttering horrible things like, “what’s up in the hizzle? Let’s grab a bizzle.”

I just got really embarrassed typing that out. But it’s true. I’ve said both those lines… many times. I’m so ashamed.

Anyways. It’s this sloppy way of talking I sometimes engage in with my friends when we’re being dorks. However, I found a word in the Behemoth that sounds just like that: pizzle. At first glance it sounds funny, right? If my friends and I were to use it, it would be for something like, “I’m going to the bathroom for a pizzle.” That, however, is not the correct usage. At all. It’s actually “the penis of an animal, especially a bull, formerly used as a whip.”

So even though I thought a pound cake was ridiculous, this is straight up bizarre. Who uses a dick as a whip?? And on that horrible imagery, I’m going to leave you. Tune in next time to see where else the dictionary will take me…. If you think your ready for more strange and sometime wonderful and sometimes really, really horrible words.

Update: I googled pizzle. Apparently it’s a popular dog treat. Also, I don’t recommend googling it.

Week 34-36 Stats

Starting Word: Pacific dogwood                Ending Word: precipitate

Total Pages: 1220/1815                                Ahead/Behind: -50

Dictionary Challenge Weeks 32-33: Hey Nimrods!

Prepare yourselves folks. Because I’ve been treating you pretty good so far… you know, choosing the best words to pass along to you without making you slog through the dictionary yourselves. Today, however, that changes. So watch this video and share this painstaking experience with me.

If you actually made it all the way to the end, I applaud you. (Though I’m willing to bet no one did and I really don’t blame you for tapping out.) I know it wasn’t easy. And that’s now 8 minutes of your life you’ll never get back. Which is pretty insignificant when compared to the amount of time I’ve already dedicated to reading The Behemoth… that being somewhere between 90 and 100 hours so far.

Jeez. I’m going to be able to do so many things when this challenge is over.

Anyways, it’s not always like what you just witnessed. There really are some awesome things in that big old book of words. Take murder for example. Okay, that maybe came out wrong. I don’t mean murder is awesome. I’m all about non-violence. But! The second sense of the word is “an unpleasant, or dangerous state of affairs” and I think it’s awesome that the definition made me laugh out loud…. Because, really – what an understatement. Imagine someone being murdered in cold blood and the newscast comes on the TV with the anchor saying “The family of Alfred Thompkins mourns an unpleasant state of affairs. Mr. Thompkins was murdered by a deranged psychopath.” Yeah, I don’t think so.

Some other thing that I have recently learned… a musk-ox is “a large goat-antelope”. I didn’t see that coming. Also, we are all basically netheads because most of us are “frequent users of the internet.” And…  the word nice was originally a Middle English word meaning stupid/wanton from Old French for silly/simple. That one makes me a little sad because I can see the evolution at work. Nice people generally get taken advantage of the most for being caring, trusting, generous and good to others. Which boomerangs back around to them being kind of stupid when they get taken advantage of. Kind of like the dog biting the hand that feeds it. Most of us have been there, getting bit by our dogs… we’ve been the nice guy… and where did we finish? Last! Ah, but thank goodness for Karma right? Good things are a-coming. Right? Right? I think so. So despite the word’s origins, stay nice. You’re not stupid. You’re a good person and the world needs more people like you.

Hunter

Original photo courtesy of M01229 via Flickr. Adapted by me.

And while we’re on the subject of stupid… to all my hunter friends, don’t get angry the next time I call you a nimrod. It’s actually a compliment meaning, in the second sense of the word that you are “a skilled hunter.” Well, I guess you won’t really know for sure though, because in the third sense, it also means “an inept person.” So… happy hunting ya nimrod!

Now I saw a news story the other day in which kids didn’t know that beef came from a cow or that when they were eating their burger they were eating a cow. There are words sort of like that. We get accustomed to words without really knowing what they mean sometimes. For example, o’clock. We all know what 6 o’clock is. It’s 6 in the morning. Or 6 at night. But did you know that o’clock means “of the clock”? It’s not a surprising definition, but it reminds you that sometimes you don’t think critically. You don’t know the why, but the word is so ingrained that you don’t think to ask why.

There is, however, something I want to ask “why” about, and it is… why is an ordinary seamana sailor of the lowest rank, that below able seaman”? Titles aside, you’d think that your common, ordinary seaman would at least be able. Their ranking system kind of says that the average seaman isn’t able. Not really good odds on your ship since that puts half of them as unable. Maybe changing the titles would make people feel more at ease.

Another thing I’ve noticed since I began this challenge, is that there is a form science dedicated to everything. I mean everything. In just the past two weeks, I’ve come across orthoepy, “the scientific study of the correct pronunciation of words” and oenology “the study of wines”. If I knew that oenology was a thing when I was 18… my career path would probably have gone a lot differently.

Next up I have to talk about some words where I have some sort of an appreciation for the way in which they were defined. First, is overkill, being defined in the second sense as “the amount by which destruction or the capacity for destruction exceeds what is necessary for victory or annihilation.” Pretty sure when you’re talking about annihilation, there is no such thing as overkill. But what a grand definition. I mean, it’s big, you know? I usually use overkill for more simple things, like the amount of homework assigned was overkill. And that’s not exactly something that would destroy the world as we know it.

Similarly, the definition of overwhelm in the third sense is “bring to sudden ruin/destruction; crush.” Yup, being overwhelmed is a pretty monumental thing. But again, I usually take it more along the lines of “I’m overwhelmed with the amount of chores I have” but I wouldn’t say that means I will be ruined or crushed. I can… and will… *Cue gladiator music* … survive my chores!

Okay, okay. I know I put you through the gears in making you watch me read the entry for just one word from the dictionary. So I won’t drag on forever here. Here’s a list of some of the other words I either learned, found the definition to be interesting, or just simply liked from the past two weeks:

Orgulous – haughty, proud

Orphan drug – a drug that is useful but is not commercially available for the pharmaceutical company producing it unless it is granted tax credits and other special status

Overweening – arrogant, presumptuous, conceited

Olivaceous – olive green; of a dusky yellowish green

Obstreperous – 1. Unruly, resisting control 2. Noisy, vociferous

Obstinate – 3. Inflexible, self-willed

Normal school – a school or college for training teachers

Nullity – 2a. the condition of being non-existent b. a mere nothing

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Week 32-33 Stats

Starting Word: Munition                     Ending Word: Pacific Daylight Time

Total Pages: 1114/1815                        Ahead/Behind: -51 pages

Dictionary Challenge Week 30-31: Another Smattering of Words

As I write this, the 3rd Trump vs Hilary debate plays in the background. And I think back to a word I read earlier this week: mountebank. A word which means, in it’s second sense “an iterant quack appealing to an audience from a platform.”

To which I say… apt.

I also say thank goodness for the Medicine Line, which is the “Canada-US border, especially from Ontario westward,” to separate us from them. I mean, these candidates and the amount of ridiculous that comes out of their mouths really is a bit of a mindfuck (Something which “manipulates or disturbs a person psychologically”) so let’s not spend another mo (a moment) going down this dark and troublesome path.

Instead, let’s talk about, oh, how about Movember coming up? That’s a lot better isn’t it? People fundraising for a good cause… beautiful moustaches sprouting from the faces of thousands of men… it’s enough to make you believe in the milk of human kindness – “kindness regarded as natural to humanity.” Now, for all you concerned about the state of your lip caterpillars, just know that there is something called a moustache cup, which is “a cup with a partial cover to protect the moustache when drinking.” So… sort of like a sippy cup in a way. But for a grown man instead of a child and instead of protecting everything from the cup’s contents, you’re protecting the thing that means everything to you from the cup’s contents: your ‘stache.

Which brings me to the next word. Mastoid – “shaped like a woman’s breast.” Now I clearly know what breasts look like, as I am endowed with a pair of them… but why does that shape have its own name? Is every rounded hill top a mastoid? Or does it require a nipple? And if so, is there really anything that is truly mastoid shaped? And most importantly, does anyone ever say “oh look. There’s a mastoid cloud floating across the sky.”? Or any other version of that question?

Just some thoughts. But let’s move on to something much more important.

I’ve mentioned it before, but reading the dictionary shows what our society is really like. After all, our language is a reflection, showing us back to ourselves through the words that we use and how certain words are defined. For example, masculine means “manly, vigorous.” Which is a great thing when you consider that vigorous means “physically strong, healthy and robust.” Now let’s compare that with a term I read over two months ago, that being feminine and meaning “womanly, effeminate.” Which isn’t so great when you consider that effeminate is defined as “characterized by or proceeding from weakness, delicacy.”

You see, womanly doesn’t equate with Rosie the Rivetereffeminate. You can be very womanly and you can be strong, in every sense of the word. But these words are defined in these ways, used in these ways because that is what we’ve made them into. Except that now, that lens in which we see this world is cracking, slowly and bit by bit, as people are realizing that these words, these ideas are faulty. It is the feminine uprising… and you know what? It has been strong and it has been powerful and this world is changing. As for this definition of feminine? Well, I don’t think it fits anymore. So let’s finish smashing that lens. Let’s not just abandon the idea that to be feminine is to be weak, let’s destroy it completely. Because we’re not. And the world is just starting to understand exactly how wrong that premise is.

Now, this isn’t the first time the dichotomy between how men and women are viewed and treated has risen in the past 7 months I’ve been reading the dictionary. Far from it, in fact. Some days it feels like I’ve dived off the deep end into a pool of misogynistic and deprecating terms for women or their bodies. And, like the multitude of words that show the darkness humanity is capable of, it’s sickening. But for the moment, I’ll save you from that particular disappointment in mankind. [I will share the extent of this kind of language with you, but I want to read every word before I do.]

So let me end this post with a few of the fun words I liked from the last two weeks. Your Molson muscle is actually your beer belly, named after John Molson… you know… of Molson Canadian. But if you’re not a beer kind of person, then maybe you’d like some moo juice, which I’m sure you realize is just milk. And if that doesn’t suit your fancy, then perhaps you’d rather have some gin, otherwise known as Mother’s ruin.

Beyond beverages, I also learned of the word mawkish, meaning “having a faint sickly flavour.” But what I really want to know about that… is what is a sickly flavour? I mean, someone can look sickly, sound sickly, feel sickly, but what tastes sickly? Well, other than vomit. By saying flavour it makes it sound like it’s more of a spice or a meal with a particular vomit flavour to it. Which, I suppose, if you’re serving a mawkish dish, you’re probably not going to get too many compliments to the chef.

And that’s where I’ll stop for today! Thanks for reading.

Week 30/31 Stats

Starting Word: Mary Magdalene, St.               Ending Word: Muniment

Total Pages: 1020/1815                                     Ahead/Behind: -75