However it originated, though, the usage of “because-noun” (and of “because-adjective” and “because-gerund”) is one of those distinctly of-the-Internet, by-the-Internet movements of language. It conveys focus (linguist Gretchen McCulloch: “It means something like ‘I’m so busy being totally absorbed by X that I don’t need to explain further, and you should know about this because it’s a completely valid incredibly important thing to be doing’”). It conveys brevity (Carey: “It has a snappy, jocular feel, with a syntactic jolt that allows long explanations to be forgone” “It has a snappy, jocular feel, with a syntactic jolt that allows long explanations to be forgone”).
But it also conveys a certain universality. When I say, for example, “The talks broke down because politics,” I’m not just describing a circumstance. I’m also describing a category. I’m making grand and yet ironized claims, announcing a situation and commenting on that situation at the same time. I’m offering an explanation and rolling my eyes — and I’m able to do it with one little word. Because variety. Because Internet. Because language.
this one time when i was seven i thought that i could talk to trees (because i had no friends), and i use to sit by them and say things and one day i was talking to my tree friend called kevin and this girl went up to me and said “are you talking to that tree, freak!” and i started crying and hugged on to the tree, and while she was laughing one of the branches fell on the girls head, thanks kevin.
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I’ve never seen a demon in the flesh, I cut my teeth on latin texts on the TV. And I’m not proud, oh, I obsess, it doesn’t bring me down, come watch it with me.
And every episode is sharp teeth, salt rings, murder in the bathroom, Blood stains, ghost towns, trashin’ the motel room, We don’t care, we’re driving the Impala in our dreams. But everybody’s like Angels, Crossroad Demons, when you’re done, Peace Iron chains, knives and Destiel, dear God please. We don’t care, we want to be caught up in that love affair.
And we’ll never be Hunters (Hunters). It don’t run in our blood, That kinda life just ain’t for us. We crave a different kind of buzz. Let me be in your Fandom (Fandom), You can call me ‘Family’, And baby I’ll live, I’ll live, I’ll live, I’ll live. Let me live that fantasy.
My friends and I—we’ve cracked the code. We count our dollars on the way to buy the box set. And everyone who knows us knows that we’re fine with this, We don’t watch for friendship.
Every episode is black eyes, more blood, front seat feelings. Monsters, tablets, burning on the ceiling, We don’t care, we’re driving the Impala in our dreams. But everybody’s like Death, the apocalypse, Hell and Purgatory. Suits and lies, another new fake ID. We don’t care, just announce when the next season airs.
Ooh ooh oh, It’s bigger than we ever dreamed, Love ‘Supernatural Family’. Ooh ooh oh, Life is great with more updates; It’s just the spoilers that we hate.
I met my husband when I was 14. I knew he was the great love of my life when I was 17. We got engaged when I just turned 19. We got married when I was 25. We’ve been married for 7 years and are blissfully happy.
Now tell me again that a kid in high school is just “confused” by his sexuality, or that it’s a phase, or that his love isn’t real because it’s gay.