So, what better way to start a new blog then with some new favorite words of the day? Granted I think words of the day are a good idea all the time because I am nerdy at a level that is best not pondered by average mortals without some kind of protective gear and an oxygen tank, but in this case words of the day seem particularly appropriate because my blog is called….what?
Ensorcelled – so maybe all of the super cool nerds use this word every day to talk about pastries and magical spells and really good deals at DSW but I can admit that I have only just become totally enamored with new favorite word # 1. To be fair, the circumstances under which I learned this word pretty much guaranteed the kind of love you can only spell with a u and an r (that’s luuurve for those of you still bogged down by rules of the English language). When Bradley Whitford wishes, in vain, for some trouble from the anti-choicers so he can use it as an excuse to visit the awesomely feminista Mary Louise Parker character in one of the still-totally-Sorkin early seasons of the West Wing, my swoon is not far off. When Josh Lyman stutters “She’s got…I really…I’m… bewitched. I’m ensorcelled” over the woman who will be Pot/Mom Queen of Suburbia – well damn, I’m ensorcelled too!
Next up on the list of awesome words: a particularly appropriate word for Thanksgiving week from a place where they don’t even give thanks (at least not with the top button of their pants undone and college football on in the background) – Gastrosexual! No, I’m not kidding. Gastrosexual, according to Gastrosexual.com (still not kidding) means “A person with a passion for food and the sensual pleasure that derives from it” or “Passionate about food, deriving pleasure from its preparation and consumption, thrilled by the shape of a pepper or seduced by the perfect combination of flavours”. While I’m as much of a foodie as the next girl, I’m not sure that reprinting my business cards to say “Gastrosexual Extraordinaire” is going to go a great distance toward getting me laid…but apparently I’m wrong. Despite the uncomfortable way the Britishism rolls off the tongue, the Daily Mail is heralding gastrosexuality (gastrosexualism?) as the next great wave in seduction – so bring on the Gastrosexuals!
Finally, a word from Jezebel that seems so tailor-made for a busy girl about Brooklyn on these cold winter days that I can only sit back and marvel:
“It’s that time of year again, when the thermometer drops below 40, and suddenly the streets fill not just with dry leaves and black ice but urban guys suddenly transformed into lumberjacks. The beards grow, the sweaters come out, and seemingly overnight, the cities are crammed with scrawny Hemingways. You know what I’m talking about: the Metrognome”
Here’s hoping when I’m out tonight for this high holy day of a drinking holiday I’ll find, among the Thanksgiving Eve revelers, one special gastrosexual metrognome to become ensorcelled by… and call my own!