EUPHEMISM OF THE DAY
“Sanitation worker.”
“Exotic dancer.”
“Domestic engineer.”
And now this: Watching commercials during the Olympic trials earlier this evening, I learn that the guy who slops together my Subway meatball sub (6-inch on white, salt & pepper, and parmesan cheese) is…a “Subway sandwich artist!”
Next up: Domino’s “pizza escorts?”
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And will someone please explain to me what the hell a Barista is?
There are so many who want to attach new names to stuff. Tower of Babel?
Don’t forget “Natural Male Enhancement.”
Ah, meatball subs. A blogger after my own heart. Have you ever tried them with parmesan, lettuce, and oregao? It’s like eating spaghetti and a side salad in sandwich form. Mmmmm.
Actually, Mrs. Malkin, I seem to recall that some bureaucratic microbe in our government was attempting to classify your Subway meatball slopper as being engaged in “value-added manufacturing.”
Oh, geez, lighten up Michelle. Domestic engineer is a jokey thing — it’s not in common parlance (like the other two are, which are just terms you use in polite company).
The Subway thing is just their marketing ploy to make you feel like they put more care into making your sub than the competition does. And it’s cute. Smile every now and again, will ya?
Subway has a sandwich school, I don’t remember what they call it. I was staying in Milford, Connecticut about 18 months ago for work and the hotel was full of people from all over the world going to Subway’s School. They wore their Sandwich Artist badges with great pride.
I suppose calling a reporter a “truthsayer” might be too much of a stretch.
you know, a Domino’s pizza escort may not be such a bad idea. Although, I may be thinking of something different here.
Hair dressers now call themselves “Color Artists” or “Hair Consultants” or “Beauty Specialists”. Mine, in Herndon, VA (I can only visit her when I’m in the US), keeps a sign in from of her chair that reads “I’m a Beautician not a Magician”. How true! I love it.
If Michael Moore can call himself a documentary film maker, then nothing is off limits.
memer – this IS lightening up. guess i’ll put a smiley face in the headline next time so you know for sure…
Do they have Togos where you are, Mrs Malkin? Togos is a sandwich shop à la Subway, only better, IMO. They have a meatball sub which will knock your socks off. Next time you’re in LA you should check it out.
I worked as a “Sandwich Artist” for Subway back in 1995. The title was in use then, as I continued being a productive citizen while pursuing a college education. “Sandwich Artist” may sound a little fluffy, but it sounds better than “Welfare Recipient”.
My daughter works at Subway and has never referred to herself as a “sandwich artist”. I will have to run this one by her.
Exotic dancer always seemed pretty inaccurate to me, most of them are not from Turkey or anything. That reminds me, I was going to email a Turk. Anyway, I think that one’s a mistake, like they mean “erotic” or something.
How come you don’t have comments on most of your posts? I wanted to make fun of the Wankette (she’s all “Oh yeah, well you have a REALLY PRETTY FACE!!!), but that wouldn’t be appropriate here. I should do something about that on my own blog, I guess.
Michelle M: my bad. time to swallow my own medicine
In college I used to work for a recycling company with all the other hippies. In other words, I was a particularly Earth-friendly garbadge man. However, I referred to myself as a “paper-and-glass-seperator-specialist”.
“Waffle”
Euphemism for “Democratic Presidential Nominee”
How about “intelligent Conservative?”
That one cracks me up…
Just wondering how you can insult hip hop culture every few days, when you yourself use terms such as “my bad”, which actually has no meaning, unless you are in possession of an object called a ‘bad’ and feel the need to refer to it after making a mistake…