Doiiing... The next generation of "duh."

When I was maybe 12 and my sister 9, my mother banned us from using the word "duh." Perhaps it was backlash from her mother's attempts to outlaw dangling participles from her speech at an early age. Maybe it's because her initial fascination with our youthful language had disappated. "Du-uhhh" just doesn't sound as sweet to maternal ears as "I am have."

So... my sister and I ran with it. We invented a new word "doiiing" as a way to spring back (in fact the word has a ring reminiscent of a slinky) from parental interference with our banter. Creative and fun - I believe we even came up with semi-appropriate hand gestures like smacking the side of our heads... hard... as if rattling our brains physically would serve as a reflection of the other person's apparent stupidity. Yes, my sister and I bonded over this activity. Who doesn't enjoy rattling their brains in the company of friends.

This is the purpose of this blog: On one hand to say "doiing" to the ironies and oddities in the world, hopefully in a way that is either constructive or just plain silly. On the other, I'm willing to have other people say "doiiing" to me for my apparent lack of cultivation because, frankly, no one says "duh" anymore, at least not the way 12 year-olds who know oh-so-much do...