Bad Words

I recently read a post by John Pash outlining words he does not like.

He included some I am familiar with, including, in no particular order:

• offal
• broth
• chock
• hoary
• verve
• yadda
• zither
• quorum

I find this fascinating, really. That some folks just love certain words, and we also hate certain words. Is it the sound? The spelling? The connotation?

Incidentally, I don’t like offal either. I find it puzzling for the spelling, and I don’t want to eat those parts of animals. Broth sounds… funny too, not sure why, but it comes with slight discomfort. I prefer to say stock myself.

Hoary isn’t a word I hardly ever use, I don’t hate it, but it seems like it hurts or is prickly. Uncomfortable, again.

I do like chock, and I use it often. Yes, I say “It was chock full of…” I don’t think I’ve used it any other way.

Yadda Yadda harks back to Seinfeld, but I use it. A zither is an instrument. My grandmother often made reference to one. I don’t dislike that word, either.

Verve is a word I use a lot. I like it. It reminds me of the record company, and the groovy 70s tunes that once appeared on that label.

That is all. Time to sleep.