Imagine if this was still how we referred to teens / adolescents. “Hobberdehoy fiction.” “Hobberdehoy angst.” “He only moved out of his mother’s basement, like, last year. I don’t know, he just seems so hobberdehoy.”
To dance upon nothing is to be hanged, which in turn is to be married? I can’t tell if these 19th century sailors were really existentially obsessed with the inseparability of sex / marriage and death, or were just really confused about it.
We all come from the same place. This is an important thing to keep in mind.
Hello everyone!
The school year has started again and Weird Word Wednesday is back! Not that those two things are connected. They’re not connected at all, because Weird Word Wednesday is certainly not run by a student. That would be an absurd assumption to make.
Today’s word is “resurrection men” (I know it’s two words, but we’ll let it slide). Kinda makes you wonder about what the Medical Schools are up to nowadays, huh?**
**Disclaimer: Johns Hopkins Medical School definitely doesn’t dig up dead bodies for experimentation, so there’s no need to make any absurd assumptions.
This gives new meaning to the phrase “tying the knot.”
