Sometimes my friends accuse me of speaking in code, which is understandable since half of them helped me come up with the acronyms and terms I use every day. Some of these may not be unique to my vocabulary. I borrow from pop culture like it's a bank -- it is, after all, what it's there for.
CDBs - Corporate Douchebags - Not everyone who works for a corporation is a CDB, on the contrary, most of us regard our careers as a way to make ends meet (a necessary evil) while inducing as little self-loathing as possible. We may even enjoy what we do to some degree (in abstract, anyway). The CDB on the other hand can think of nothing but. The CDB feels most comfortable in a suit and he/she natters on about work or business wherever they are: the gym, the elevator, an airplane or on the shitter. They are terribly self-important and unbearably self-entitled. They think their importance (however deluded) in their company translates beyond the office and annoy the crap out of all those around them.
BCDBs - Baby Corporate Douchebags - The pupa stage of the above. They have not yet attained their definition of "success," but will kiss so much ass to do it that kissing them must be akin to giving a 300 lb homeless man a rim job. The BCDB will chuck people under the bus in a very indescriminate manner, figuring wrongly that if everyone else looks bad, they'll look good.
Yeah Dudes - Think 20-something just out of college guys in Dockers and button downs, usually proto-BCDBs, hanging out after work in a bar desperately trying to bond. Their complete lack of personalities probably stem from the fact that they've had everything handed to them. They begin most sentences with "yeah dude..." as filler for the fact they have nothing real to say. In large numbers, it's almost deafening.Yeah Dudes hang out in the Yeah Dude Bar. Tucker Max, author of "I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell" is their king despite the fact that he's almost too interesting (he did something creative, after all and creatives and Yeah Dudes are like oil and water).
RGUs - Real Grown Ups - RGUs always do what their supposed to. They'll never drink to get drunk -- but will feel awfully naughty if they have that second glass of merlot. Since they only hang out with each other, they have no idea how tedious they are. Typically, their greatest aspiration is living out the American dream to the letter. These are the helicopter parents who'd leave their kids in the womb until the age of 40 if they could. The world could never be sanitized enough for their liking. RGUs are afraid of absolutely everything, but what scares them most is that they will be unable to manipulate the world around them, they shudder at the very real fact that they actually have little control over their lives and the lives of others. Rather than accept it, they'll just try harder.
PIFT - Person I'm Fake To - While Sex in the City coined the term 'frenemy' and the concept is similar, there are key differences. A 'frenemy' is either someone in your social circle you can't stand but with whom you have no direct quarrel or someone you loathe and don't trust, but keep them close by to keep a watch on them. A PIFT really is the absence of feeling -- you're nice because you have no reason not to be, but they could get trapped in a mine and you wouldn't waste the energy to applaud with the others if they made their way out. PIFTs often like you more than you could ever be bothered to notice them. PIFTs are awkward to encounter, because you'll have to make small talk so you don't seem like an asshole, but all the while you are just trying to remember his or her name for the 400th time.
Womp Womp - You know the canned sound on a game show when someone loses? Or when something unlucky happens on the Brady Bunch? It sounds a lot like 'womp womp' -- and a womp womp is just that. They are little bundles of negativity and have nothing positive to say. A womp womp is where a good time goes to die. Something is always wrong in the womp womp's world. And God forbid if the shit hits the fan in your life, because the womp womp will want to compete somehow. Did you get in a car accident? Well the womp womp probably has an inoperable tumor, so go whine somewhere else and spare yourself from feeling worse.
SO...HUM - Strung Out Hot Unfuckingbelievable Mess - Self explanatory, but it's all in the delivery. You're at a party and you see someone who looks like she just walked off the People of Walmart website. Just say, in a bored, unimpressed tone, "so....hum." And leave it at that.
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