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Sunday, September 05, 2004
Pet Peeve
My pet peeve for this month is the slang use of "I'm like" to introduce a quotation, as in:
I'm like, "Whatever."
To my old-fashioned, fastidious ear, it brands the speaker instantly as a bonehead. How it ever came to mean "I said" is a mystery.