Today, in an email exchange, a friend gave me a winking, good-natured insult. And then she called me 'sugar'.
I didn't think people spoke that way anymore. It felt what I imagine as Southern: sophisticated, dignified and clever. I've never been so delighted with an insult; it made me as happy as many a compliment has.
This is why I'll never be a politician; I'm too easily swayed.
Which reminds me: Why hasn't the leather garment industry ever used the slogan "easily suede"? It just seems a natural.
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Hi sugar! Thanks for the link!
I have a friend who calls everyone sugar - to me, someone who comes from a stiff-upper-lip, strictly-no-terms-of-endearment family, it feels icky. So I asked her to stop. She didn't. THAT'S the annoying part.
I already know I'm lovable. Or is it loveable? I need caffeine...
This must be why you and I have gotten along so well, what with all the bantering we've done in the past.
Btw, does this mean I get to call you "Sugar" too?
I don't mind endearments at all when coming from friends. Or insults for that matter.
Endearing insults though, they're the best. :)
Tell you what though - my hackles rise when sales clerks, cashiers et al call me "hon" or "dear" as they snap their gum and avoid eye contact.
Hmmm...I think I've found a column....
Thanks Rob!
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