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 April 13 - Wicked...
It's a Massachusetts thing. One that this Connecticut transplat has avoided in the almost seven years we have been in Western MA. It's a word that really never made its way across the border into common speech, so when I hear it so frequently I really sit up and take notice. It sticks out like the proverbial sore thumb to my ears. Almost as much as that Bostonian accent further North and to the East of here.
The natives of the Bay State use this word frequently in a descriptive manner. “It's wicked slippery.” or as in “I have a wicked headache.”
Or in answer to a question such as “Was the mall crowded?” “Oh, wicked.”
And so I can claim innocence of the word no longer. The word wicked has slipped out of my mouth on several occasions. And a few days back it slipped from my son's mouth too.
Resistance is futile. Does this mean we are officially Massholes now?
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