When one has been duped in a relationship by a political science major, skilled in the science of lying and manipulation for personal gain under a public guise of reasonableness and rationality. Includes, but not limited to, surreptitious blowjobs and sex
“I just apologized for asking to be in an exclusive relationship with a guy who's supposed to be my boyfriend. Holy shit, he totally polysci-ed me.”
Many a plebeian has mistakenly believed that this designation is a shortened form of the phrase “political science”. Albeit true, this notion denies the much more jocular alternate “polymer science”—only those well versed in the art of alchemy can comprehend its genius!
Godwin: Archibald, I must create the philosopher’s stone.
Archibald: Have you been doing polysci?
Godwin: Political science? Stop making such absurd statements!
Archibald: No…polymer science!
Godwin: Ha! Ha! A joshing response indeed! I must tell my companions Bartholomew and Cornelius of this hilarity anon.
A person you hate intensely not because they deserve such hatred but because they serve as a focus for your general hatred. A healthy way to dispense with excess animosity.
Jake's not really that big an asshole. He just serves as my hate sink.