Oh Yeah?! Buzz This!

I decided this week…Wed around 3 pm…that I hate buzzwords.  Admittedly, I use them. Once I hear them fly out of my mouth, despite how much I reach out and try and catch them, or slur, or cough, or sneeze, it doesn’t matter. It’s too late. I just gone done and buzzed it. Crap.

I asked Google for the definition of “Buzzword.” She said (Yes. She!):

“A word drawn from or imitative of technical jargon, and often rendered meaningless and fashionable through abuse by non-technical persons in a seeming show of familiarity with the subject.”

Damn. I love that.

Buzzwords are like when you don’t get home from work in time to actually change your clothes before going out, but you figure, whatever. You throw some perfume on and a scarf, and try and make a night of it. Then, once you arrive at your outing, you’re like - “I wish I could have done my hair…wonder if I have a bobby pin somewhere? Everyone looks better than me. I hate these shoes. These are the lamest shoes on the face of the earth! Is anyone looking at my shoes? Shit. These shoes suck.”

Buzzword use is the easy way out of an unsure conversation. If your conversational reaction is to drop a buzzword, you probably didn’t know what to say. But the buzz-buzz seemed right, so you gave it a shot. Then, once you used it, you knew you had to either figure out how to make it work, or look like an idiot. Which means, the buzzword allocated your fabrication of whatever it was you thought you were trying to express. By the end, you had told your chatting partner you’re a doctor with 3 kids and a twitter addiction. But you sounded great right! Um, right?

If you can’t figure out how to describe a feeling or project in your own words, without relying on something buzz-tastic. You probably don’t know enough about what you’re sharing to be talking about it.

My next post shall be on a jolly good friend of mine. This friend is handy with zip ties and used to live in a zoo. CHpoint to anyone who guesses who it’s gonna be…?

Much Love,  
- C