Bad Word Pairs #029
“Wax Poetic”
This phrase bugs the crap out of me. I have a thing for trite, overwrought, gratuitous phraseology. And every time I hear the term “wax poetic” I picture some Ivy League wannabe listening to Eryka Badu in his bedroom while reading prose poems by Maya Angelou.
Later on he slips down to Joe’s Coffee Shop to impress his friends with a lame poem he wrote about his dead fish, something deep and abstract, open to interpretation. After this amazing display of oratorial prowess, he returns to his bedroom, turns off Eryka Badu, and flips the TV on.
He has two DVD’s he loves to watch, Good Will Hunting and Lost in Translation. Which will it be tonight? Who gives a crap.
