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I was never a dude guy. I kinda-sorta embraced the expression, albeit briefly, as a junior high kid when Fast Times at Ridgemont High was all the rage. Sean Penn as stoner-surfer Jeff Spicoli stole the film from a talented young cast that included Jennifer Jason Leigh, Forest Whitaker, and Judge Reinhold, and in doing so made Vans, Panama Jack T-shirts, and dude requisites of the in-crowd.
So, for about three or four months of my seventh grade year, I peppered dude into my sentences whenever I could. I was particularly proud if I managed a dude two-fer, as in beginning and ending a sentence with the exclamation Dude! : Dude, can you believe that dude? And Dude, what re we going to do about that dude?
I quickly abandoned dude because I think I realized deep down I wasn t the dude type.
Not that being the dude type was bad whatever it was wasn t me.
A few years later I migrated to man. Man, for some reason, just came more naturally to me. So for years, I ve thought of myself as a man guy in an increasingly dude world.
But something odd happened a few months after I moved to Toledo a year ago dude crept into my vocabulary. It was a subtle change and, frankly, a bit awkward. I was fully aware of my usage of the term, as if I was forcing it. But gradually, it got easier, and more natural. Now, for whatever reason, I m as comfortable peppering a sentence with a descriptive or exclamation of Dude! as I am of Man! Sometimes, I even prefer the former to the latter. Life is strange that way dude.
Check out this Web site on dudeism.
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