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Slayoncé
{Origin: a portmanteau derived from the blending of ‘Beyoncé’ and ‘Slay,’ both words attributed to excellence and relevance; inspired by the song, ‘Formation.’}
1. Anyone who has ‘done their work,’ then steps aside so that their work and their life can do the talking, and tell the story, because they understand the importance of identity and detachment, as well as inspiring through effortless visibility; against validation by forced public recognition.
2. Unassuming; but, not a pushover either.
1. Anyone who has ‘done their work,’ then steps aside so that their work and their life can do the talking, and tell the story, because they understand the importance of identity and detachment, as well as inspiring through effortless visibility; against validation by forced public recognition.
2. Unassuming; but, not a pushover either.
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Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
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Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)