I feel sorry for vim. You rarely see the word these days, and when you do, it’s paired with vigor or verve (as if it weren’t good enough to stand on its own) — and usually in an ironic context. Poor, neglected vim.
Well, I’m going to put vim to use:
It’s getting late in my workday, and I’m getting a cold, so I find myself losing my vim.
There. That’s better.
I actually heard someone say, “I’ll blame you and your ilk if Trump is elected.”
You don’t often get to hear “ilk” in conversation. I like it. And so does my ilk.
People seem to love using the word “feckless,” but I don’t understand it. How can something be feckless when there’s no such thing as feck? You can’t have less (or none) of something if it doesn’t exist in the first place.
And if feckless means weak and ineffective, then shouldn’t we have “feckful” to mean strong and effective? “Damn, honey, this new weed-wacker you got me is really feckful!”
(Two follow-up notes: I’ve been told that “feckless” comes from the same root as “effective” — and for that matter, “ineffective.”
And my issue with “feckless” applies also to “ruthless” and “hapless.” The English language, she is one crazy lady.)