St. George and the Dragon

Let me start by saying that the post title has absolutely nothing to do with anything. I just had that super boring disturbo book when I was a kid. See Here. 


Well it has a little bit to do with the post title. I am going to be talking about a monster that has reared its ugly head in my life.

That monster is the word "per se."

I. HATE. THAT. WORD! Is it even a word? Is it words? A phrase? The ambiguousness of it all makes me hate it that much more.

It's snooty and annoying. I just don't like it.

And I have heard it twice in the past two days. Well I have heard it a lot actually because I had to explain why I had suddenly gone fetal and I had to say the word, the dreaded word, to explain it. Naturally, the people I explained it to had to repeat it. In that really slow, "wow she is crazier than we thought" kind of way.

"Wait.....what?......per se?"

Yes. PER SE.  It's awful.

Stop using it.

Hit the mental delete key and erase it from your brain.

Thank you.

That will be all for today.