Letting the Cat Out of the Bag
February 18th, 2010 - Uncategorized - 11 Comments »[Sam Davidson, a friend of mine from college (and author of New Day Revolution: How to Save the World in 24 Hours), is doing a book review/giveaway of my book Everyday Absurdities over at his site today. Click here to check it out.]
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After dismantling some cliches over at Bryan Allain’s blog last Thursday, I kind of got addicted. All week I’ve been taking note of some of our everyday expressions that need to go, or at the very least, be beaten with a pitching wedge. Here are 5 more:
“Be there or be square”
I’m 99.7% certain this has no legitimate origin. I think it was one of those situations where you accidentally keep a sentence going after what should have been a period (a la Paul Rudd in I Love You, Man)
Neil: You coming to my New Year’s party tonight?
Karen: I think so. It sound like it’s going to be fun.
Neil: Oh, don’t you worry about fun. Just be there…or be…
Karen: Or be what?
Neil: Hmm?
Karen: Or be what?
Neil: Be there…or be…square.
Karen: I just remembered I have this, um, other New Year’s party tonight.
Neil: Smart choice.
“Dropping like flies”
Where is this mythical place where flies not only drop, but are dropping so much that an expression was created in honor of this phenomenon? Call me a skeptic, but I don’t think such a place exists. How about “escaping like flies” or “annoying like flies” or “landing on feces and then on my french fries like flies”? Those seem more appropriate.
“Let the cat out of the bag”
I get this. The act of letting a cat out of a bag is a horrible thing. Bags are where cats belong. Not only that, but opening said bag will almost certainly result in your face being slashed off by a cat who’s madder than PETA after reading my last sentence. Please, for the love of Peter, don’t ever let cats out of bags.
“Waiting with baited breath”
I think my friend Derek is perpetually waiting with baited breath. Wait– we are talking about breath that smells like bait, right? Well, to be accurate, his is more a mixture of bait and a band-aid with a scab stuck to it.
“Born with a silver spoon in his mouth”
Wait a minute– nope. Never mind. It wasn’t a silver spoon. It was a pair of forceps. He just latched onto them so quickly. Everything was happening so fast. You were screaming, your husband was over there eating a bowl of Raisin Bran, so you can see how we just assumed– Again, our mistake. You, um, want us to take those forceps back? He really seems to be enjoying them.
Any cliches that you think need to die?
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