I have a Friend that lives “across the Pond” from me, and I asked her opinion of something that’s very important to me. She was running to the first BBQ of the season, but she didn’t want to leave me hanging’, so being’ the Sweetheart that she is, she said that it was “funky” along with the reassurance that she’d follow up first thing with details, after the ‘New Season’ Festivities, on the day after. (mmmm. . . bar*b*cue!!)
So I was left to ponder her brief response gratefully, but not being able to get very far, mentally, on her tidbit of “funk(iness)”, I texted back a thought most people forget to consider. It had been pressed to the forefront of my awareness early on in my life, because as a Union Carpentress for many years, I had many opportunities to work with fellow carpenters that travelled across the nation for work- which is how I came to learn the REAL difference between “East Coast/ West Coast”, and the Importance of clarification of Terminology.
Because of this, I wrote to my Friend that although I KNEW she meant to leave me feeling encouraged, I tried to point out that “on this side of the Pond”, some words might have morphed into having different meanings in the few hundred years or so, since we first ‘left home’ on the Mayflower . . .
Here, ‘funky’ can be bad, like stinky feet, or have similar positive meanings like ‘Groovi’ or ‘cool’ or ‘phat’; but ‘fat’ is a derogatory remark when said in reference to a girl. Whereas, ‘cool’ is not always ‘good’ unless you’re a hockey player or nestled up to a ‘fox’ by a warm fire- otherwise, being cold sucks! But just becuz you can say a girl is ‘hot’ or ‘foxy’ doesn’t mean its ok to call her a ‘dog’. And being ‘hot’ isn’t always cool, if you are on fire, then someone should throw a bucket of water on you quick. Although, I must WARN you under no circumstances should you throw a bucket of water on a girl if you think she’s ‘hot’. I guarantee you will live to regret it! See where I’m going with this?
I don’t think I wanna make my Friend crazy and possibly cry, over the topsy-turvy terminology of her American ‘cousins’ . . . even though she got to go to the first BBQ of the year and I wasn’t invited . . . 😉