Flotsam
I have a new most hated phrase: "I'm Okay." How can I hate such an eminently agreeable phrase? A phrase that has been designed to carry only the semantic value of happy, fuzzy compliance? The phrase to which was added its second person conjugation form to become the title of a book that ushered in the feel-good movement of the 70's? Surely, that cannot be the hated phrase. Well, it is. But, as with most things dealing with language, it is context that matters. I am sick of hearing exchanges like this:
Student A: How about going to a movie Sunday? Are you free then?
Student B: I'm Okay.
Since I have seemingly failed to explain the bone-grating wrongness of that exchange I have decided to stop trying and live with the pain.
On a separate note, I saw where a student had written on a desk. The student had been trying to write "playboy" but he spelled it wrong. The result: "payboy."
Student A: How about going to a movie Sunday? Are you free then?
Student B: I'm Okay.
Since I have seemingly failed to explain the bone-grating wrongness of that exchange I have decided to stop trying and live with the pain.
On a separate note, I saw where a student had written on a desk. The student had been trying to write "playboy" but he spelled it wrong. The result: "payboy."