So there I was, minding my own business...watching Dancing with the Stars on tv, warm and cuddly dog curled up behind my legs, sipping on a glass of chilled Pinot Grigio. Then it happened.
Carrie Ann Inaba, I really love you, I do. Anyone who can take their background as a pop/hip hop backup dancer and parlay it into a famous judging spot on a Top 5 television show focused on ballroom technique and performance has to be, on some level, a self-marketing genius. I'll grant you that.
BUT WOULD YOU PUH-LEASE STOP USING THE WORD NITPICKING? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE THAT WORD ORIGINATED? NITS. LICE EGGS.
This daughter-of-a-school-nurse-who-had-lice-not-once-but-twice-in-second-grade would like to take you to school on the derivation of this disgusting but popular phrase. Nitpicking. As in, combing through a child's (or adult's - shudder) scalp looking for embryonic, undeveloped baby lice. LICE IN UTERO, if you will. Then imagine finding them and pulling them out with a painful, plastic and metal comb. Inevitably, the whole experience winds itself down with a lovely, toxic shampoo called something like RID, KILL, or DON'T GET THIS IN YOUR EYES OR YOU'LL GO BLIND.
So next time Emmitt Smith loses his frame, or trips over a quickstep combination, please please PLEASE choose a different word. Carping, quibbling, whatever, just find a thesaurus before tonight's taping.
By the way, you almost made me spill my wine. Not cool. Not cool at all.
Carrie Ann Inaba, I really love you, I do. Anyone who can take their background as a pop/hip hop backup dancer and parlay it into a famous judging spot on a Top 5 television show focused on ballroom technique and performance has to be, on some level, a self-marketing genius. I'll grant you that.
BUT WOULD YOU PUH-LEASE STOP USING THE WORD NITPICKING? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE THAT WORD ORIGINATED? NITS. LICE EGGS.
This daughter-of-a-school-nurse-who-had-lice-not-once-but-twice-in-second-grade would like to take you to school on the derivation of this disgusting but popular phrase. Nitpicking. As in, combing through a child's (or adult's - shudder) scalp looking for embryonic, undeveloped baby lice. LICE IN UTERO, if you will. Then imagine finding them and pulling them out with a painful, plastic and metal comb. Inevitably, the whole experience winds itself down with a lovely, toxic shampoo called something like RID, KILL, or DON'T GET THIS IN YOUR EYES OR YOU'LL GO BLIND.
So next time Emmitt Smith loses his frame, or trips over a quickstep combination, please please PLEASE choose a different word. Carping, quibbling, whatever, just find a thesaurus before tonight's taping.
By the way, you almost made me spill my wine. Not cool. Not cool at all.
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