It’s been one year since I saw my first posting of “because boobs.” I had to read it several times, afraid the author might have burst into flames or been swept down rapids, before I realized that was the sentence. (I’m slow on the uptake, even more so on social media because I’m several thousand years old.)
Soon after, I began seeing “because chocolate,” closely followed by “because wine,” and later, when the menfolk caught on, “because diesel.”
Yes! It’s clever. You’re eliminating words, how terrifyingly cray-cray.
Today, I witnessed the coup de grace of because + noun on a guided tour, where the guide, a vivacious nerd-girl used because + noun more times than I could count because nausea.
That’s it, everyone. I’m calling it. Time of death, 8:35 PM Tuesday, September 23, 2014.
Doesn’t that feel better?
Let’s move on and usher in the next catchphrase my mother will be misusing for the next 2 years.