For the love of love!

The L word keeps cropping up in the most inappropriate places, I find. 'Love' used as a pet name, Spike style, that is, as in 'put the kettle on, love'. For me, the pet name 'love' has a faintly patronising and an exceedingly mundane air, so it ticks me off to see people using it in stories to indicate Britishness. It's often used either far too often, or in completely the wrong context, like in a tender love scene or worse, during sex. If someone referred to me as 'love' during sex, I'd feel like I was either buying ten pounds of tatties off the market or stuck in some terrible film starring Robin Askwith.

*Humbug, Humbug*

More love

I sent someone an email this morning about the pet name 'love', (see previous entry). They'd used it very differently to the way a UK english writer/speaker would use it. In America, calling someone 'love' has rather different connotations. The only reason it mattered was because it was a Harry Potter story, so the somewhat inappropriate use was very noticable. After plucking up my courage, I opened her email back to me, and it was the sweetest, most charming thing! She wasn't offended at all, but pleased. Now I'm very pleased too.