Right from the start I felt ridiculous “tweeting” (not so much “twittering,” oddly) and felt it was infantilizing for adults to accept this lingo: tweeps, twibbons, twibes . . . it’s as if we’ve all become a gene-spliced, lisping cartoon chimera of Elmer Fudd and Tweetie Bird. According to the piece at the link, many people feel the same way about Facebook’s Botoxed “like” — forcing you to react with the verbal equivalent of a smiley face to, say, a powerfully despairing piece on the oil spill. (It can be no coincidence that both Tweetie and the smiley face are my least favorite color, yellow. And why do I hate yellow? I’ll be Jewish and answer a question with a question*: why was yellow the color the Nazis chose for the star of David they made the Jews wear? Huh?)
However, these coinages have a despicable tenacity, like cockroaches in cracks. They multiply and become ineradicable. As Ann Althouse once admonished me when I bridled at accepting the word “vlog,” which sounded to me like a Soviet torture.
“Blog,” on the other hand, I adore. Some people hate it.
The only hope is to coin better ones to begin with. And in that respect, we’ll win some and lose some.
* Disciple: Why does a Jew always answer a question with a question?
Rabbi: And why should a Jew not answer a question with a question?