Maybe I get obsessed with words. But
just because we use something everyday doesn't mean we should scorn it. It's
okay to love socks too, and revel in the way they cozy up your feet.
So when I encounter or reencounter
a word like hootenanny, it's okay to spend some time reflecting on its origins.
Back in the sixties there was actually a show on TV called Hootenanny. One of
those shows meant to counter or compliment another show. In this case, the
other show was named Shindig. You could choose between Shindig or Hootenanny.
Or the Flintstones and the Jetsons, or Laugh-in and Hee-Haw. I always thought
Hee-Haw and Hootenanny should get married.
Maybe on Green Acres.
Hootenanny, it turns out, first
meant a gadget, then a device used by car thieves, and finally an informal
gathering of musicians. What gathering musicians had in common with breaking
into cars we'll never know. Words are funny.
But on the face of it hootenanny
really sounds pretty nonsensical. Like the new word listicle making the rounds.
A listicle is a blog or article form that just lists things. Top three reasons
to date again. Top four examples of poor writing. Or top ten reasons listicles
suck.
It doesn't take a genius to see the
listicle emerged from the David Letterman Top Ten list. Pretty cool, I guess,
that a comedic entertainment device wriggled its way into the real world.
I'm not entirely comfortable with
the word listicle however, as it bears an uncomfortable resemblance to the word
describing those reproductive organs sometimes imitated dangling from the backs
of trucks.
Listicle hangs pretty low on my top
ten branches of the bad language tree. Right down there with “for shizzle.”
But that's me. My nanny wouldn't
have given a hoot about it.
America, ya gotta love it.
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