Youth is essentially an exercise in observing, doing, and saying stupid stuff. From this rich soil presumably grows wisdom. This phenomenon is well and good, turning dunderheaded frat boys into respectable church deacons.
However, one recent trend among the “yoot,” as my Cousin Vinnie would put it, is the compulsion to refer to one another as “queens.” It is with this term that I have particular distaste and must protest. All over Instagram and Twitter, it’s “slay queen” and “what a queen you are.”
The pictures so described are almost always of a very average-looking young woman doing average things in her average life — like yelling at strangers during a bar crawl at 2 a.m during the University of Wisconsin’s homecoming. Most every day, there’s a tweeted “clapback” from a crone-ish female senator to a geriatric male House member that inspires a flock of Twitter she/hers to comment, “You tell him, queen.”
However, not once in the many examples