Over at the Huffington Post, writer Jen Sincero has a piece up advising readers to keep their ironic and sarcastic utterances to a minimum, lest they become a habit despite your best intentions for them to stay a joke.
In making her point, Sincero uses the example of going to college in Colorado right when the word “dude” was beginning to enter into the common vernacular. She writes:
Back then, in the early 80s, the term “dude” was not yet a universal term for “pretty much any person in North America, male or female.” It was still fresh and new and reserved for a specific and privileged type of private-school white boy…
Even though a solid portion of my friend pool was made up of these guys (and still is), hearing the rally cry of the wild “dooooood!” trumpeting across campus had me rolling my eyes. Really? Dude? That’s the best you could come up with?
So I started making fun of it. I’d enter frat parties, cup in the air, bellowing out the D word in sarcastic revelry.
While the word “dude” wasn’t really the point of the post, it did get me thinking — how do you feel about being called “dude”? Some women, after all, find it offensive and disrespectful (and those women aren’t just my mom). I don’t have a problem with it, but I imagine that for those who do, it’s kind of like when Ronnie calls Sammy “bro” — you don’t know exactly why it makes you uncomfortable, but it does.