Words I’ve Decided I Hate, Volume 1

Migraineur. One who has migraines.

Every time I hear this word, my brain jumps to connoisseur and flaneur, and it just pisses me off. As though having migraines was some kind of lifestyle choice. As though their victims compare notes about their finer qualities. As though there were some masochistic pleasure to be had in the delectation of the experience of the migraine.

Also, it just sounds dumb.

3 thoughts on “Words I’ve Decided I Hate, Volume 1

  1. Migraineur sounds more like one who gives migranes – and would be a great title for an evil villain.

    I can imagine a bunch of French aristrocrats sipping tea in a 1920s salon while discussing the latest Duchamp offering. A young man in a tophat and well-tailored suit walks in, squinting to keep an oddly placed monocle from falling out of his left eye.

    He smiles at, and flirts with, les madames for several minutes – charming them with his wit and sass. Then, suddenly, he erupts in an evil laughter and starts staring directly at his audience with the monocle which has developed a swirling , hypnotic pattern. People start laying their heads into their hands and falling to the ground with extreme headaches.

    As the stranger robs them of every jewel and watch, a woman faintly cries “Oh non! C’est Le Migraineur”.

    Or something like that.

    I hope you don’t have issues with flaneur – that’s a great sounding word. I first heard it just a few weeks ago – someone called me one after I quit my job to live off of savings for a while.

  2. I hate that word. I hear it fairly often because I have a migraine every day. It just sounds so incredibly stupid. I also feel like it trivializes the issue, making it sound like a fashion choice or something. What the hell? That’s the best we can do for a word for this? I bet we can make up a less annoying and stupid sounding word!

  3. I agree! People with cancer aren’t Canceurs. People with arthritis aren’t Arthiteurs. Why put labels on us? I am a woman, an American, a daughter, a sister, an engineer, a Christian. I have no desire to be described as the living embodiment of a chronic pain issue.

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