I did not check, no. I also did not expect this to blow up into an attack thread over what I considered a straight forward question. With that foresight, I would have looked it up and left it alone.

I was wrong where? To ask a question in the comment area of a column? Or to doubt that the term was used like that 700 years ago?

I don't know why I'm getting such hateful responses to an honest question, but again, thanks for the informed response. Sorry you felt the need to tag on a sarcastic slam on the end.

My first post was a question. Any snark you read into it was from you.

Thanks for a more informed response. This is why I'd never heard it before.
Now let me be the first to congratulate YM and Seventeen Magazine on their 700 years of publication history! That's impressive!

Now patronizing. You're a rainbow of jerk.

Glad to see you're sarcastic comment that adds nothing to the conversation makes you feel fulfilled!

I'm pretty sure that having a crush on someone is old, but calling the person a crush is pretty recent. I had never heard it before last year.

I found it under "informal", but I sincerely doubt that using the word "crush" to refer to a person is 700 years old.

I guess "crush" is officially a noun now?

I really like Timothy Dalton.

I agree wholeheartedly.

I like the arguments made in this article. I think the third one by Johnston gets a bad rap as well.

Anybody know any Simpsons quotes?

They took what could have been a fun action adventure show and created just another Will Ferrell vehicle. I don't see much difference between this and Blades of Glory.

A chart that compares critical reviews against the kind of people who rate films on Rotten Tomatoes. Huh. I'm trying to see how that is indicitive of anything at all.

There is something of a gap between my point and your ability to discern it.

Were you recording this in a windstorm? I barely understood any of it.
Did Dowd complain that the chips weren't good because of some random packaging art detail wasn't to his liking?

Few directors, let alone Carl Theodor Dreyer, would seem likely to land titles on lists of “auteurist feminist farces of 1925,” yet Dreyer’s Master Of The House fits that bill rather snugly.
lol

I think Dowd is just tired of the "found footage" style and put no more thought into it than that.