I got a little, erm, feisty in my most recent MamaPop post, on the book “Brocabularly”:
…just because your friends think your rendition of Mister Mister’s ”Broken Wings” is electrifying at Tuesday night Karaoke doesn’t mean you should actively pursue a record deal, though you could try. Similarly, just because your drinking buddies think it’s fucking hilarious when you put “Bro” in front of common words and thereby doucheify them with the linguistic equivalent of a penis-shaped sledgehammer doesn’t mean you should be writing that shit down. Link
