To be relegated is to be demoted into a less-influential social ranking, or in other words, to be "owned" or, in the words of the fabled homosexual (aka, Jay) to be "purchased".
The term was brought to my attention by the one and only Robot.M one day when he, Jay, and I were at McDonald's. I had attempted to make myself sneeze by sticking a rolled up napkin in one of my nostrils, but I only succeeded in tearing up. Nevertheless, it was hilarious.
The term's influence was furthered when I used it a few times, being that it was, indeed, clever, and the time in which I made use of it was fitting, but shortly after, Robot.M taught the word to my niece and nephew, and though they do sometimes get the term confused with "regulated", they still use it frequently enough for me to have heard it at least once a day.
I suppose that means that the relegation has spread throughout the fabric of my life, and has integrated itself within my daily routine. The remedy for which would be to recite a different word, or completely block it whenever I foresee its emerging from the mouths of the children, or from Robot.M.
In actuality, I don't believe the word will stick for that long. The hype surrounding it is confined only to me, my family, Jay, and Robot.M himself. Unless, of course, one of us were to advertise the term more widely than we are at current, it shouldn't become a mainstream term as many of Robot.M's other clever mannerisms have among the younger members of YFC.
Anyways, that's my post. I'm out.
- Bam.
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