Upon learning this, my first reaction was natural: What. The. F@#%! After the initial shock subsided, I visited the notable site, that I could read the page and snap a screenshot — to lead this here post.
Your eyes are not deceiving you, folks. Yours truly has really been defined by someone for Urban Dictionary. I honestly don't know who that someone is, but he or she submitted me — only to be approved.
Now, here's how I came to find out. My niece Pooh, who's one o' dem ol' jive Millenials, called me late last night after she scrolled across the panel in her search engine results. She was like, 'Auntie, guesswut?!' And I was like, "What?" And she was like, 'Tee tee, dey putchu inna urbin dikshunary!' And so I was like, "What? What dictionary?" And she answered, 'Da urbin dikshunary, auntie! Don'tchu be seein' nat urbin dikshunary when you be goin' online n' stuff? Das da one ahm talkin' about.' And so, my response to my beloved niecey-niece had been, "Oh, okay."
I'm going to be completely honest here, my dear men and women. It wasn't that I couldn't understand the language (Slang/Ebonics) of my lil' niece as I, too, speak it fluently. It was only that I had been working on something when she called me and mind was elsewhere.
Yes, I'm familiar with Urban Dictionary. And yes, I've seen it in Google search on more than a few occasions. I actually visited the site, maybe a year or so ago, to read the definition of a certain word that I will refrain from mentioning here. So yes, I've heard of Urban Dictionary, and I am also familiar with its famed logo. A famed logo that now heads a page dedicated to yours truly. And I think it's groovy. Yeah, I said "groovy." That's my badass generation Xer talkin'.
Now, to reiterate, I don't know who submitted my name with a definition to the database of Urban Dictionary, and I don't need to know; it's their business. But I would like to say "thank you" to whoever he or she may be. That's really cute . . . and fun. Thank you, baby.
Cat Ellington 💋