In my mind, the use of slang
is the exclusive domain of youth. I mean, seriously, how could my grandparents ever be hip enough to keep up with the capricious iterations of informal English?
What I never considered was that my grandparents might actually have slang of their own. Or at least, I never considered it until my most recent trip to their humble abode. One day during my stay, my grandma informed me that we needed to go “marketing.” Hmmm, marketing eh
? What product could my grandma possibly need to market? And to whom? But then she explained: marketing
is what she calls grocery shopping. The arrangement does make logical sense. Marketing, or the act of going to the market. Much to my surprise, it had absolutely nothing to do with the advertising.
Thus through one short word I was reminded of language’s fluctuations; and much to the chagrin of my ego, realized that my generation did not invent slang.