Dear Readers: The resident word freak at NPR’s The Next Big Thing–the lovely and talented Erin McKean–regularly challenges writers to use words that might otherwise disappear into obsolescence. In awe of my success at injecting santorum into the sexual lexicon, McKean invited little ol’ me on the program and asked me to revive three extinct words in this week’s column. See if you can spot ’em….
I love petite women. I fall for any woman who is under 5′, weighs about 100 lbs., and is blazingly intelligent. The problem is, so far in my life (26 years old) I’ve found three girls total who fit this bill. Oh, there are plenty of petite women out there, but few are petite and brilliant. Now, my problem is I’m not the type of guy that these women seem to be attracted to. I’m another statistic in America’s march towards obesity. I’m a 5’9″, 300-lbs....