Master the art of small talk
September 12, 2014
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Making pleasantries doesn’t have to be torture.
If such a thing as hell exists, I imagine it’s a place where sinners are abandoned forever in a room of their nightmare. In my case, it’d be an elevator ride – a never-ending elevator ride – during which I’d be forced to engage in small talk with colleagues. While others are present to hear every excruciating utterance. Continue reading
Ja’ime King and friends, the comic creations of Chris Lilley.
Good news, povos! Ja’ime King, Chris Lilley’s monster in a private school uniform, is on her way back, ready to sort out the hot from the fugly in a new TV series, Ja’ime: Private School Girl.
That Lilley will be back on our screens at all is welcome news; that he’s channelling his bold satire through Ja’ime is even better. Not only does Lilley give us, through his young alpha female, a sharp, painfully accurate insight into teenage girl-dom, but he also has a gift for replicating youthful slang in all its wit and potential cruelty.
For me, it’s a reminder that the constant laments about young people corrupting the English language and the infiltration of ”text-speak” into the popular lexicon are as tedious as they are misguided. The way kids use language, and create their own, is actually a wonderful thing: sometimes warm and sometimes brutal, often witty and heavily ironic, filled with the ennui – affected or real – of yoof, which has been around, well, forever. Frankly, I’d take kid-speak over the cold clunkiness of corporate-speak, where everyone is being ”incentivised” to ”action” their ”learnings”, and so on.
With the election running faster than a ‘roo on the hot desert’, the Australian slang and euphemisms have been coming thick and fast. For a politician it is clearly a calculated move: during the recent televised debate, Tony Abbott dropped the term ‘fair dinkum’ four times before Gillard started using it back in an ironic sense. Continue reading