When I first started my job, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to pull off some of the words I now have to say on a daily basis. I'm not talking about all the, ummmmmmmm, anatomical words I have to use . . . I just pray and go to my happy place when I have to use those terms in front of people. No, I'm talking about the slang I hear - if you read my Street Cred entry, you have an idea of what I'm talking about. At least once a week, I run across or hear a word I don't know. I try to see if I can figure it out from the context but that usually doesn't work. At that point, I curse George Strait for not educating me more in his songs and then vow to listen to more Eminem or Kanye West. Then I think to myself "Is it Kanye West or Kanye East?" And I end up getting so frustrated with my obvious suburbanitis that I just shut down, stare blankly at the wall, and calm myself with mini Twixes from my candy dish.
So you can imagine my excitement when I ran across this little gem of a deposition excerpt and realized that there are lawyers out there who are MUCH whiter than me:
Isn't it nice to find someone you can gloat over? Someone who's worse off than you? I mean, I would NEVER ask the questions this lady asked about the terms that she heard. First of all, I learned the term "homeboy" from the New Kids on the Block, thankyouverymuch. I also learned to rap from them . . . AND from "Mr. Wendel." (10 seconds before that song gets stuck in your head . . .) Second, I would not have known what a "rockstar" was but you can bet your britches that I wouldn't have asked if he played a musical instrument. I am WAY cooler than SHE is.
But, then again, I just admitted that the New Kids were my rap mentors and then I used the term "bet your britches" so I'm not actually sure who's winning at this point . . .
Where are my mini Twixes?