Jeff Bridges is soupy
Remember when bad meant terrible or awful? Sometime around my seventh-grade year, the word started to change to mean cool, unique or appealing. As I recollect it took me a while to grasp the new meaning but it eventually settled in for me and I rather liked it.
The cool form of the word bad has since been replaced by words like bomb, killer, sick and mean. Believe it or not, according to urbanthesaurus.com even the term jeff bridges is synonymous with good.
Language and how it flows like a river through our culture, taking on a life of its own, always fascinates me. One of the things I enjoy most about listening to music is how the songwriter can turn a phrase to make it have a unique perspective I’ve never heard before.
However, as I find myself listening to newer music I am often confused by the new meaning of words. For instance, a song I heard recently used the word Snooki many times throughout the song. I mistakenly thought it was referring to the star of the MTV reality show but no the word Snooki now means admiration. Once I figured this out the song took on a completely new meaning and when I listened to it the next time, it was as if I was hearing a different tune.
A song lamenting the collywobbles of a relationship was not talking about the positive feeling associated with the coupling but rather the pain and torment that the singer was experiencing thanks to her inconsiderate boyfriend. A collywobble is apparently a heartache of some type.
Souped means happy in the vernacular of modern society. So I guess if Phil Robertson of Duck Dynasty fame was to use his famous expression today he would have to say “Soupy, Soupy, Soupy”.
In another song, a young woman kept singing about slow Cosby. I took this as some reference to rape as Bill Cosby came to my mind. But in fact, it was a love song and the term slow Cosby is similar to love or affection. Strange terminology to me but I guess it make sense to the younger generations.
As I get older, I notice these changes more and more. I have to admit some of the changes bug the living crap out of me. However, I do not mind others at all. I don’t really like being referred to as an “old g”. I am not sure if the “g” refers to grandpa or what but I certainly understand the meaning of old.
However, when someone described our newspaper as a “bethafoozle” I was flattered. Because evidently that word means that we are established as the best at what we do. I certainly agree wholeheartedly with that sentiment. However, I may be a little biased.
None the less, I wish you a soupy day. And I hope your slow Cosby life is Jeff Bridges.