The act of attaching weapons-grade drama to mostly meaningless events. It can be related to placing first in the Special Olympics or winning a flame-war, but it's more like placing sixth and thinking you won--and then trying to rub it in everyone'
s face.
The story comes from the "beauty pageant" in the
semi-rural
Utah town of Brigham City held every year during the second week of September as part of the
Peach Days festival. It means about as much as the package being carried by the deliveryman in a porn film.
Note: The winner of this pageant is no longer called the
Peach Queen.
Justin: What the
hell's up with Julie? She's acting like she's better than everyone.
Aaron: Christ. She's been peachqueening all week about getting her GED. That would be good if she was 16. But she's 31.
Julie:
Hey, losers. I just graduated! I got my high
school diploma! And a $.50 raise!
Justin: It's a GED, not a diploma. And you're still a cashier.
Aaron: *doesn't say anything because he's laughing too hard*
Julie: You're just jealous because you haven't graduated yet, little
boy. You still have three months to go.
Aaron: *almost choking* Yeah, three months of Grad
School!
Justin: Oh, c'mon, GED does have as many letters as... PhD.
Julie: Yeah, but it's later in the alphabet so I'm better. *skips away, all 250 "free with coupon
Oreo"-fed pounds of her*
