Raillery, Rapprochement

Raillery- good-humored teasing

Ex: It’s so hard to know what is considered over the line in terms of raillery at a company gathering. Like when my boss comes up to me and says, “Don’t do anything too crazy, I see you’re already a few miller lites deep!” is it okay to reply, “Like what, log into the company system and give our private keys to North Korean hackers? Purposefully drain all of our company’s funds, plummeting us into insolvency? Post that picture of you and Anthony Weiner on a fly fishing trip together back in 2012 on the company Twitter?”

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Rapprochement- a resumption of harmonious relations between countries; a reconciliation

Ex: If this were a topical newsletter, this example would probably make reference to an idealized rapprochement in the Middle East or in Eastern Europe, but you and I both know that’s not the case. This is my formal declaration of war against dictionary.com. There is no longer any hope of rapprochement between our word of the day services. I will toil tirelessly to unseat dictionary.com as the daily source for vocabulary words.

If anyone has been on dictionary.com recently, you would have noticed their ad-infested site that is plagued by poor loading speeds and—worst of all—extremely boring content. Seriously! Let me give you a rundown of how the average site visit goes. First, you open up their webpage and immediately your eyes are appalled by the insipid, lifeless design: A stripped back blue and white concept that falls flat on its face. On the right side of the screen your eyes get dicksmacked by an elephantine google advertisement for a nose hair trimmer (I knew they were collecting data on me!). As you scroll down, you see the links to various pathetic word games like “crossword puzzles” and games called “Hurdle” and “Word Wipe”. What’s next, a virtual pet rock? If you haven’t checked, there’s a little known game out there called FORTNITE, and so long as it exists you can bet your ass I’m not going to play one of those anemic shitburger apps.

If you look to your left, there is YET ANOTHER google advertisement, this time for a “Medicine Man” fortune teller machine featuring a man that looks like an extra from Killers of the Flower Moon (how much data do they have on me!?). If you scroll all the way down, you’ll notice a button that reads, “DO NOT SELL MY INFO”.

What. Is. That!?

You’re telling me I have to press on that? Otherwise dictionary.com will be letting my employer know about my racially insensitive man-cave additions? I can promise you one thing here at filthy easy vocab: We will never, ever sell your information to a foreign entity, no matter how funny or embarrassing it might be. In fact, the only thing we ever collect from you is your email. The worst we’ll ever do is send you one of those chain-mails from 15 years ago that read something like, “Send this to 10 of your closest friends or else everyone in your immediate family, neighborhood, and that you’ve made eye contact with in public in the past 3 months will mysteriously die of insufferable, gargantuan boils in the next 72 hours”. But that’s it. The choice is yours. But if I’m you, there’s only one reasonable dog to pick in this fight.