I got a text message from a friend last week. The message, at first, was baffling: “Want 2 H8 watch a show?” And “hate” was spelled text message style, with an H and an 8.
“Hate watching,” he explained, was when you gather a bunch of friends together in a party-like setting – you know: snacks, drinks, comfortable cushions – and you all watch something you know is going to be truly terrible. The fun of it, he assured me, was the constant snarky comments and steady stream of catcalls from the assembled guests...