As a child of the 80s, I have to cop to using a lot of Valley Girl speak, both consciously and unconsciously, and in some ways, I still do, even to this day. The word “like” for example, finds its way into my conversations more than I’d like it to, because I find dead air in the middle of a conversation to be awkward, so rather than just stand there silent while I’m trying to figure out what to say, I’ll say “like” a lot just to fill the time. To get back to the main gist however, I was into all the Valley Girl-isms at the time, such as “gag me with a spoon,” “that is grody to the max,” and “like, fer sure.” It’s embarrassing to look back on because I rail against teenagers today and all their current language woes, totally ignoring the fact that I sounded just as stupid 27, 28 years ago. I mean, is saying “gag me with a spoon” that much better than saying “my eyebrows are on fleek”? I’m not sure it is.
So, like, don’t be a total dweebazoid.