Retroactive jealousy is sometimes known as retroactive jealousy OCD, as it’s obsessive overthinking about sexual and/or romantic events, people and encounters from a partner’s past.
Boyfriend: Oh I forgot to tell u, I bumped into Rosie my ex in the mall yesterday
Girlfriend: * passive aggressively* oh, wow nice why did u stop and talk to her wasn't it too awkward ?
Boyfriend: Not at all, she was really sweet
Girlfriend: *thinks about this for the rest of her life* *googles why she’s so jealous of her boyfriends ex* *diagnoses her self with retroactive jealousy*
The tv show The Jetsons is an example of retrofuturism from the 1950s era: flying cars, pill food, and robot servants are what people from that time thought would be commonplace in the year 2000.
He had squandered his youth and was now beset by retropathy, needing to do it again and do it better. He would quit his job, find his first car and buy it back, find his old girlfriend and they'd hit the road. He'd wake up one morning and be twenty again. He was sure of it.
Term used to describe someone who is a mix of both rural (country) and urban (metropolitan) lifestyles/upbringings. He/she is typically equally comfortable in both settings and is able to seamlessly slip back and forth between the two, appreciating the characteristics of each.
That ol' gal of mine drives the 12lane freeway during the week and a John Deere on the weekends. She likes opra and the Grand Ol' Opry. I love them countrypolitan women.
A bath consisting of a variety of slats, oils, soaps or any other added ingredients such as fruits, milks, herbs or any other spices for health or beautifying benifits.
She brought home alot of stuff and took it to the bathroom. She must be taking a witch bath.
While our lifespan is the number of years we will live, our healthspan is the number of healthy years we will have and our sexspan is is the number of years we will continue to be healthy enough to continue having an active sex life.
A lighthearted reaction upon receiving disappointing news of some sort. Usually something that isn't a particularly a big deal, esp. when it primarily affects someone else - sort of a mild schadenfreude. Sometimes doubled or tripled, and possibly said in a sing-songy voice for added comedic effect to imitate a muted trumpet, which is how the meme originated.
You didn't get any napkins with your takeout pork fried rice? Womp womp.