Today is day 2 of the #HAWMC month-long blogging challenge. And, the word of the day is Pulchritude:
pulchritude \ PUL-kruh-tood \ , noun;
pulchritudinous \ pəl-krə-tü-dən-əs \ , adjective
1. That quality of appearance which pleases the eye; beauty; comeliness; grace; loveliness.
(Editor’s note: I really don’t like this definition. It really doesn’t capture the full meaning of the word…)
Or, if you’re into more personalized and embellished definitions, I LOVE this one from the Urban Dictionary:
2. It is an adjective and it used to describe a person beyond beautiful, the next level above gorgeous, someone that even Aphrodite would envy. To a person who doesn’t know the meaning of this word may think at first is that it is a vulgar word and a not nice thing to say. But they are wrong, it is actually the opposite. This word is bloody difficult to say! Only the skilled and boldest can use it very charming. When someone uses this word a shooting star falls from the sky, a phoenix is reborn and an unicorn mates.
This word originated from a man that was totally into this girl, but she has been called cute, hot, sexy, gorgeous, beautiful and even sexy. And when she hear this man call her very attractive, she compared him to the rest. The man had perseverance and refuse to give up his love to this women. He then used his litterateur skills and thought of a word that can describe his feelings one sentence. Pulchritudinous. He said it one night to the girl when she was going to bed. He said ask for the meaning of the word when you are ready. The women sat at nights thinking of the word but gave up and told the man she is ready….It touched her heart even if the word did not sound like a harmony but the meaning and what was inside the word is what it all counts.
So, we’ll go with definition number 2, which, when summed up defines pulchritude to mean something like “vast and inherent beauty.”
My freshman English professor introduced me to this word (he referred to his wife as “pulchritudinous” whilst using a tone of disgust; “My pulchritudinous wife is making me come home early tonight…I think she’s making pot roast”) and I have held it in my back pocket like a little gem ever since. I pull it out to impress people with my Sesquipedalian skills…
Like the word pulchritude, diabetes is deceitful. (Now, you see where I’m going with this?) One one hand, it really sucks – life with diabetes is full of needles and drugs and doctors appointments. On the other hand, it’s not terminal like so many other diagnoses. On the other other hand, it has given me a greater ability to empathize and has taught me responsibility and independence. Yet, on the other other other hand, it is unpredictable and often very draining emotionally. And, on the other other other other hand, because of diabetes, I have made some friends and engaged in a million conversations that might otherwise not have happened.
When most people hear that I have diabetes, they think “poor you – your life must be so hard.” “Can you eat that/do that? ” “When are you going to die?” (I was asked this recently by a 3rd grader…I told her that I plan to die when I’m old, just like her.) But, while Diabetes is a life sentence, it is a disease that you can live with. And I don’t just mean that you can survive diabetes – It is a disease that you can really thrive with.
Thus, diabetes is pulchritudinous. (OK, maybe that’s going a little too far, but it ends the post quite nicely, don’t you think?)