For the longest time,
whenever I heard someone say the dreaded word, I would shudder involuntarily. Conversate. Now, I thought to myself,
that’s not a word, it isn’t in the dictionary, so why should it be used? It was
the bane of my existence, yet I searched for its use, hoping to never hear it
spoken. When looking in my new dictionary that was the first word I looked for.
Imagine the look of disappointment on my face when I saw it in print. “No!” I
lamented, “not that word”. Then after
looking at the definition, I saw that it said nonstandard English; to converse, and I felt much better about my
view on the word.
Still, it invokes
shivers, tears in the fetal position, and a wail reminiscent of a banshee. I
refuse to accept that one can conversate, no matter if it is in the dictionary
or not. Even now, with apparent acceptance, my Microsoft Word program
underlines it as if to say “Hey, this isn’t a real word!” Yes, my dear word
processor, I know, but the other people just don’t understand us. They enjoy the
little game they play with their non-standard English. They want us to feel like this. Don’t let it
get into your head, little one, they will have their day when they see the
light and realize that conversate isn’t really the word they want to use, that it
lacks the finesse of standard English. Remember, they can’t hurt you if you
don’t let them.
*disclaimer: I don't actually talk to my computer out-loud like that.
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