Yesterday and today even more totally undescriptive names of commonplace things in our lives popped into my mind. There must be a word for such but I have not yet been able to find it. If I don’t, I’ll suggest a neologism to press into that service.
OK, here are more: You wouldn’t want an earwig anywhere near your ear nor a rollmop near your mouth if they were anything near what their names suggest. If the names of things were that important, people who would never dream of eating dogs would avoid hotdogs with the same fervor.
We never serve wingnuts in our nutbowls nor fry silverfish. Shooting a real bull’s eye is—ugh! The one on a target has nothing to do with bulls. And wouldn’t a baked Alaska be a mouthful if it meant what its name describes?
OK, I could go on but I probably made my point Monday. I just added these because of the hidden humor in words we use every day—without thinking. Wouldn’t English be dull without them?