I don’t believe I ever used those words, at least in serious conversation. Mrs. Kohls would have killed me.
For some reason, I’ve always felt that these kinds of words or phrases undermine the English language, that they are words of the moment, unimportant, simple, sometimes even ignorant.
Am I being a prude? Maybe. But, the language, to me, is this incredible buffet of precise thoughts, an opportunity to not only convey meaning, but feeling.
I think of words being filet mignon, catfish, risotto, baguettes, champagne, beer, a complex mixture of tastes and textures. English can be a wonderfully elegant, acerbic, direct, complex, simple language.
The available words in our dictionary seem limitless, yet we choose to use the Cheetos of the English language. Uff Da!