An amazing thing happened to me this week. I was having a conversation with my friend Jim when he told me that he had just purchased an Oriental rug. After telling me what its dimensions were and where he planned to place it, I had to ask about the colors. “It’s basically black, with a few pink and gold rosettes and a few pink and gold borders,” was his answer. I was dumbfounded. It was the first time in many years that I had actually heard a person use the word basically in a meaningful context. I could picture the rug. It made sense. I cared about the decoration of his den. This may seem a small thing to you, but I have been keeping track of how misused the word basically has become in our lexicon for a long, long time. I have no idea where it started, but I think people insert it into sentences to sound more intelligent, or perhaps the way we would use, “you know,” “um,” and “and uh.” Let’s face it, it’s a filler and nothing more in the way it is currently used. I have been riveted to the coverage of Hurricane Sandy, constantly thanking my stars that somehow it missed us, while grieving for those who like us have borne the ravages of fall weather fury. In the dark hours before the worst hit, I was watching CNN and listening to NPR as I went about getting ready for work. A reporter in East Manhattan pointed behind her and said, “Well, the power is out here, and everything is basically black.” I looked behind her, and everything was truly black. Why did she need the word basically? Moments later on NPR, a reporter on the same scene, described this part of Manhattan as basically black. “Not a light in sight.” he marveled. The next morning a lady who had walked down 15 flights of stairs to let her dog out and plug her cell phone in at the CNN mobile unit told a reporter, “It’s basically been a nightmare.” Each hour as I watch the coverage and see more deaths and destruction, I sometimes feel tears welling, remembering Charley and even Andrew. I don’t meant o make light of any of this despair. I would just like to point out that whenever someone is interviewed or somehow in front of a microphone, basically just creeps out there, and I have no idea why. I’ve revealed here before that one of my guilty pleasures is watching Judge Judy every afternoon at 5 PM. I just marvel at how people really think that she will believe that someone gifted them money with no expectation of repayment. Judy cuts right to the chase and gets them to tell her word for word how the money exchange happened. Inevitably, the defendant will use the word “borrow”, and the case will be over. But not before they try to whittle it down to “basically, what happened was….” Judy will erupt with “NOT BASICALLY!!!, I want to hear word for word what the exchange was.” I sit there alone in my living room applauding. (Give me a break here, last week’s column was about my addiction to public broadcasting.) No column on this subject would be complete without mentioning professional athletes. Just notice, the next time you’re watching an interview with some poor sportscaster who has to interview the quarterback of a losing team. “What do you think went wrong out there today Bubba?” she asks. “Well, basically we just lost our momentum; didn’t accomplish what we set out to do tonight.” Would someone please tell these athletes that inserting basically doesn’t make them sound more intelligent or informed? My significant other has 3 televisions on during these exchanges and I can’t escape it, or I wouldn’t be complaining so fervently here, I promise you. Alright, that’s it for now for my complaining, except for a few things that wouldn’t make an entire column: •Could mothers please think of a few new names other than Emma, Kathryn, Kathleen and Caitlain for their babies: I am so sick of Katies of all ages everywhere, and the Emmas will soon be invading middle schools. Keep in mind that in my generation, it was Cathy and Kathy with some Debbies thrown in. •Would people please stop honking at me to make a right turn on a red arrow? We can only do this when it is blinking. I know this from numerous trips to traffic school. •It started with “Pardon the Interruption, and “The View”, but now, every station has panels of 5 or more people discussing a topic – ALL TALKING AT ONCE. I used to love these shows, but now everyone must insert a witty comment whether it’s needed or not. DISCLAIMER: I know I have been incessantly complaining in the above, so if there is something you would like to complain about , please e-mail me, or comment at my blog at bellingonboomers.com. # # #
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Monday, November 5, 2012
Stop saying basically!
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