Very occasionally this blog employs a smattering of ironic humour. You may have noticed. Or maybe you don’t think about this blog too often. Hold on. I need a moment…
This idea of saying one thing but meaning its opposite can get you into trouble. I once taught writing to a class of adult students and they gave me this feedback, “We actually don’t know if you’re joking or not most of the time.” (Watto, if you’re reading this, remember Mr Trivia is not the guy you
Which leads me to this.
When I was a kid we watched THE BRADY BUNCH. And by we, I mean my Demographic Peer Group – which was the name of the gang I rolled with, but more on that another time. Even at our young age, we knew that THE BRADY BUNCH was an old show and that meant all their attitudes, clothes and slang were ridiculous. Greg Brady said ‘groovy’ which made it a terrible hippy word from the ‘sixties.
Outside of entertainer Sammy Davis Jnr, the world was a Groovy-Free Zone from about 1977 onward. Sometime in the early 1990s, people began using the term ironically; certainly every time I said it, I meant that whatever I was commenting on, was the opposite of ‘groovy’.
But recently, that all changed. I was walking out of a café on Stirling Street, Perth, and I almost
I have become a man who says ‘groovy’. As well as a “chicks and ammo” dude as well, apparently, but one crisis at a time.
I think I can get away with the non-ironic use of “groovy” – but can I? Has the pop culture wheel turned enough so that “groovy” is groovy again?
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