I’m 36 years old. Until yesterday, I had thought that I was young and carefree.
But yesterday, my hip young colleague Erica used the word “beeteedubs” in an email. Confounded, I had to ask her what it meant. At which point she mocked me, accused me of being painfully out of touch with the common parlance of urban youth, and suggested that I was prematurely geriatric.
Did her words hurt? They did. What could I do about it? Nothing. My ignorance was undeniable.
For those of you who also do not know, “beeteedubs” is defined by Urban Dictionary as “a further bastardization of BTW, which stands for ‘by the way.'”
Onward, then, to the Chestertown Superfresh, where, apparently, it’s BOGO on ground beef.
“What’s that?” you say? “BOGO?”
My thoughts exactly.
I can understand being too old to converse with hipster editors, but if I’ve lapsed to the point where I can’t successfully navigate the meat aisle, I think it might be time to enter an assisted living facility.
I bought two packages of BOGO beef, beeteedubs.
Huh. Funny how you failed to mention that, BEFORE I called you out-of-touch, you said you felt like I had crept into your home “and threw plague-infested dung around the living room.” Maaaaybe I wouldn’t have been so harsh if you hadn’t been so crass. But probably.
Erica: “Plague-infested dung”? You crazy kids today have such wild imaginations.
Why, oh, why isn’t it BOGOF?!? If I buy one, I certainly expect to get one…the one I bought. Surely it’s the free one that makes it a deal…
Payless has used BOGO since the beginning of time, but now it seems like it’s popping up everywhere. I don’t approve. Meat should not be marketed in the same way as shoes.
Happy birthday, Matthew.
I feel you, bro.
Oh, cry me a river! Over the hill at 36, huh? Have you no mercy for those of us who are truly approaching our twilight years? BOGO and beeteedubs, indeed. SMH…
The greatest slang mystery to me, that I have yet to fathom, is “book.come”.