Pray it again, FLOTUS

At her husband's pep rally in Florida, Melania Trump began the proceedings by  stepping forward to  recite the Our Father.

This was the most interesting part of the rally.  Once Donald stepped into the limelight, the event descended into the usual b.s.

While trolls and others of strong opinion raked the First Lady over the coals for praying, I stand in mystified respect.

She acknowledged the existence of  an authority greater than her husband's, a very subversive act.  She prayed for the fulfillment of a kingdom that stands in diametrically opposed to most things Donald Trump stands for.

Pray it again, FLOTUS!  Daily if not more often.

Lingo: "Reach Out"

As a mental health professional, "reaching out" has always meant "outreach"  to me.   For instance getting in a van to visit a patient who dropped out of treatment and is beginning to worry his wife and kids.

Imagine my horror when I was copied on an e-mail suggesting that a colleague "reach out" to me.  It caused me to worry that I seemed holed-up and dangerous.

A rosier view gave me a vision of helping hands reaching out to clasp mine in solidarity or of olive branches waving gently in the breeze.

But no.  It dawned on me that it was some kind of business euphemism for "ask her to do something for you."  

So here the Ignorama asks:  Why do we do this to our language and to ourselves?  What about this lingo seduces even the best of us ?

I've already been enlightened (a little)!

A friend who has studied Latin informed me that I should have called this blog "I, Gnorama."