Pop It In Your Tummy - by Susan Price
There are some words which, for me, are annoying almost beyond words.
'Tummy' is the worst, especially when used by adults. Even the dictionary defines it as 'childish' and says it derives from a child's pronunciation of 'stomach.' The word to use instead of the horrible 'tummy' is, I think, 'belly.' That's your belly there, hanging out in front of you. It has your belly-button in it. You can do a belly-dance with it. Should you wish.
The 'y' ending might suggest that it's just as childish as (I screw my face up in distaste) 'tummy' but it is not. 'Belly' is an Old English word, worthy of respect for its age: belig, meaning 'bag.' That 'g' at the end of belig would have been soft, pronounced like our 'y' and so it's come down to us as 'belly.'
I might be wrong about this, but I've been given the impression over the years, that many people think there's something a bit indecent about 'belly.' It's a bit too fleshy, slightly rude.
For instance, there's Marlowe's lip-smacking description of Leander:
When you say 'belly' the sound starts with a plosive at the lips and then moves to a sort of cough at the back of the throat before rolling out the final 'y.' It has a fleshy and sensuous sound to it.
Whereas, with 'tummy' the mouth purses. It has a mealy-mouthed prissiness about it. And I hate it. Leave it to two-year olds. Or, better, teach them to say 'belly.' (It often makes them fall about laughing, I find. Which further suggests that adults have taught them it's 'rude.')
Another word that makes me grit my teeth is 'pop.' I don't mean 'pop' as in, 'the balloon popped' or even, 'pop went the weasel.' I mean 'pop' as used by every TV cook: 'Just pop it in the oven - pop it in the micro-wave - pop it in the bowl - pop it under the grill...'
Pop, pop, pop. Within moments I am chucking things at the screen and yelling, "'Put!' Say 'put'! Saying 'pop' doesn't make it any more %£*&% interesting.'" Except in my house.
Honestly, all those cheery TV presenters saying, 'If you're popping out' and 'just pop us a line' and 'let's pop over' make me want to pop them one.
I asked those unlucky enough to be near me if there are any words which get their goats.
My Scots partner is incensed by the words which his Scrabble dictionary claims are 'Scots' and therefore somehow allowable while most of my English but Black Country words (fowd, jowel, whum) aren't.
'Aa' for instance, and 'em' which means 'uncle.' He's never in his life heard anyone use nine-tenths of them, even in deepest Scotland, and it annoys him that the Scrabble dictionary claims to know his la'land better than he does. Every time he uses one of these words to score 438 points and win another game he complains about it being made up. He suspects Walter Scott of being the culprit, as he cherishes an especial dislike of old Walter as a 'tartaneer' and professional Scot. (When I broke it to him that 'em' is Middle English and used by Chaucer in Troilus and Criseyde, it only made him madder.)
One of my brothers grits his teeth every time he hears 'lever' and 'leverage' pronounced with the first 'e' short and hard. The words, he says, are 'lee-ver' and 'lee-ver-idge.'
Not 'lev-ah-ridge.'
Does all American pronunciation annoy him, then? No, it seems not. Just that one word.
I never said it was rational.
I hand over to you. What words annoy you beyond all reason? Or without reason?
'Tummy' is the worst, especially when used by adults. Even the dictionary defines it as 'childish' and says it derives from a child's pronunciation of 'stomach.' The word to use instead of the horrible 'tummy' is, I think, 'belly.' That's your belly there, hanging out in front of you. It has your belly-button in it. You can do a belly-dance with it. Should you wish.
The 'y' ending might suggest that it's just as childish as (I screw my face up in distaste) 'tummy' but it is not. 'Belly' is an Old English word, worthy of respect for its age: belig, meaning 'bag.' That 'g' at the end of belig would have been soft, pronounced like our 'y' and so it's come down to us as 'belly.'
I might be wrong about this, but I've been given the impression over the years, that many people think there's something a bit indecent about 'belly.' It's a bit too fleshy, slightly rude.
For instance, there's Marlowe's lip-smacking description of Leander:
His body was as straight as Circe's wand;
Jove might have sipped out nectar from his hand.
Even as delicious meat is to the taste,
So was his neck in touching, and surpassed
The white of Pelop's shoulder. I could tell ye
How smooth his breast was and how white his belly;
And whose immortal fingers did imprint
That heavenly path with many a curious dint
That runs along his back...
When you say 'belly' the sound starts with a plosive at the lips and then moves to a sort of cough at the back of the throat before rolling out the final 'y.' It has a fleshy and sensuous sound to it.
Whereas, with 'tummy' the mouth purses. It has a mealy-mouthed prissiness about it. And I hate it. Leave it to two-year olds. Or, better, teach them to say 'belly.' (It often makes them fall about laughing, I find. Which further suggests that adults have taught them it's 'rude.')
Another word that makes me grit my teeth is 'pop.' I don't mean 'pop' as in, 'the balloon popped' or even, 'pop went the weasel.' I mean 'pop' as used by every TV cook: 'Just pop it in the oven - pop it in the micro-wave - pop it in the bowl - pop it under the grill...'
A weasel, just popping out to find something to pop in its tummy. (Wiki commons Hillebrand Steve.)
Pop, pop, pop. Within moments I am chucking things at the screen and yelling, "'Put!' Say 'put'! Saying 'pop' doesn't make it any more %£*&% interesting.'" Except in my house.
Honestly, all those cheery TV presenters saying, 'If you're popping out' and 'just pop us a line' and 'let's pop over' make me want to pop them one.
I asked those unlucky enough to be near me if there are any words which get their goats.
My Scots partner is incensed by the words which his Scrabble dictionary claims are 'Scots' and therefore somehow allowable while most of my English but Black Country words (fowd, jowel, whum) aren't.
'Aa' for instance, and 'em' which means 'uncle.' He's never in his life heard anyone use nine-tenths of them, even in deepest Scotland, and it annoys him that the Scrabble dictionary claims to know his la'land better than he does. Every time he uses one of these words to score 438 points and win another game he complains about it being made up. He suspects Walter Scott of being the culprit, as he cherishes an especial dislike of old Walter as a 'tartaneer' and professional Scot. (When I broke it to him that 'em' is Middle English and used by Chaucer in Troilus and Criseyde, it only made him madder.)
One of my brothers grits his teeth every time he hears 'lever' and 'leverage' pronounced with the first 'e' short and hard. The words, he says, are 'lee-ver' and 'lee-ver-idge.'
Not 'lev-ah-ridge.'
With a lee-ver, he can move the world. If he uses a lev-er, my brother will shove him off that cliff.
Does all American pronunciation annoy him, then? No, it seems not. Just that one word.
I never said it was rational.
I hand over to you. What words annoy you beyond all reason? Or without reason?
Comments
But it seems trying a new recipe is 'going on a journey.' Learning about anything is 'going on a journey.'
Is getting really annoyed by people saying they're 'going on a journey' going on a journey?
Another really annoying phrase is 'asking a question.' I was watching One Man and His Dog and some of the sheep were getting a bit stroppy. The sheep were, the presenter said, 'asking a question of the dog.'
If a racing driver skids at a corner, the track is 'asking a question.' If a footballer misses a goal, the beautiful game is 'asking a question of him.' It's almost always constructed like that: 'asking a question of..' And it's always said of something that can't ask questions.
I wish all these things would shut up, stop asking questions and stay at home.
And at what age do humans become incapable of falling over? Above a certain ill-defined cut off point, people can only 'take a fall' as in 'Oh dear, my ancient uncle is unlikely to make it to his seventieth (or if particularly unlucky his sixtieth), he's taken a fall.'
My own particular black beast is 'our thoughts and prayers are with the whoevers' as if something trite and ridiculous has to be said in case it's thought the speaker/announcer/police spokesman doesn't give what my father would have called a flying fart. (Sorry, do I mean an extreme eructation of poo-gas?)
'Mr Donald Trump has been elected President. Our thoughts and prayers are with the peoples of the free world.' Oh all right then - maybe it does has a place after all...
Top of my own list is "Brexit", a hideous abomination which will never pass my lips. It was coined by unscrupulous subeditors, to keep headlines shorter. I also scream (always inwardly, often audibly) every time I hear of a "postcode lottery". "Back-to-back" does not mean "consecutive". When I hear of "back-to-back" wins, I always want to know in which of them the victors were running/swimming/playing backwards. I also dislike people saying "usage" when they mean "use", but want a longer word with more plonth.
I could go on - and often do.
And Winnie the Pooh - I don't think the Milnes would have used that word for faeces, more like Number Two, or something. Whereas you'd often find characters in books of that period saying things like, 'Pooh, I don't care.'
And oh yes, 'Pee,po, belly, bum, drawers!' Know it well, Griselda.
And I know how your friend feels, Jan. It's often been quite a painful struggle when I've found myself in the kind of company who are almost certainly going to be offended by my asking, "Wheer's yer shit-house?" Do I ask anyway, or do I ask, inwardly wincing, for their 'loo'?
And Bill, you made me laugh as usual. Does she really exist, your lady in the newsagent's, or did you make her up for the joke?
Another pet hate of mine is 'loved ones' - urghh...
I do love the words children make up unwittingly. Our family favourite is BOFFMAN. This is what our first grandchild called his bottom when he was learning to talk. It has been transferred from the physical body to inanimate objects in my family now e. g Bunk beds have a top one and a boffman; let's get to the boffman of this; from the boffman of my heart; etc.