“Full-throated” — Is this an adjective we can agree to retire? I am reading it EVERYWHERE. It’s a fist so far down that a bulimic gets a good vomit on; it’s a cat hacking up a tennis ball sized hairball; it’s a descriptor for a porn movie. It’s cringey beyond words.
“Full-throated” — Is this an adjective we can agree to retire? I am reading it EVERYWHERE. It’s a fist so far down that a bulimic gets a good vomit on; it’s a cat hacking up a tennis ball sized hairball; it’s a descriptor for a porn movie. It’s cringey beyond words.
“Full-throated” — Is this an adjective we can agree to retire? I am reading it EVERYWHERE. It’s a fist so far down that a bulimic gets a good vomit on; it’s a cat hacking up a tennis ball sized hairball; it’s a descriptor for a porn movie. It’s cringey beyond words.
Maybe it’s overused but it worked for Keats’ nightingale:
Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
I’ll allow it that one exception