Ah, slang – the deterioration of a language by adding to it. As much as I love the English language, I’m not immune to slang. Occasionally, I use slang in writing, e.g. prolly, mebbe, dunno, gonna, etc., but I try not to do it in anything that I consider actual writing, such as blog posts. However, if it suits my fancy or if that usage gets a point across better than the Queen’s English, I will.
Generally, whenever I use slang, I use words that are ridiculously out of date, like groovy or jive, just because I think it’s funny. I do a lot of silly things in the interest of funny. Most of the slang I use is in the form of exclamatory statements or declaration. If I find something amusing on the internet, I might call it neat-o keen or out of sight.
I’ve already written about my love for collecting archaic words in the post The Wonderful World of English. My vocabulary is ridiculous. I use words that haven’t passed through the vocal chords of another human being since those weird bicycles with the one giant wheel were in style and kicking a can was actually considered entertaining. I’m not quite sure why I do that, other than I find it amusing to turn people’s heads and have them say what did you call me? So, when it comes to slang, I try to find the most obscure phrases and words as well.
I like to know the etymology of words. Where did these phrases come from and why do we use them? Why does everyone know what psychobabble means? I find the origin and spread of language fascinating. I find it interesting that new words are invented every day when we have perfectly good, old ones that do the same job. I find it intriguing that every generation has their own slang and shuns the previous generation’s words as old-fashioned. Perhaps I’m alone in finding language captivating, well, besides a few lexicographers whose heads must be spinning trying to keep up, but I don’t really care. I will continue to collect and use odd words anyway.