I overheard two men talking. One said to the other, “I really like Kyle, but he’s such a fucking prig.”
Now there’s a word you don’t hear very often, so naturally my ears flapped like Dumbo’s.
Prig: a self-righteously moralistic person who behaves as if superior to others…priggeries, its delightful plural.
Prudish, judgmental, prissy and prim. Snobby, straight-laced, snotty and vain.
Haughty, high and mighty and holier-than-thou. Supercilious, stuck-up, snooty and smug.
Have you climaxed yet?
Is this a great word or what?
I ask you, how many people do you know are first-rate pigs, I mean prigs?
Hey, if the tightassed shoe fits.
The image I get is a man who’s too buttoned up. I know quite a few who look as if they never take off their clothes. Someone comes by at night to hose them down and they just smugly drip-dry.
I know…Susannah, that imagination of yours once again, is off to the races.
To be condescending to others, your nose in the air. Patronizing, pompous and downright pissy with one’s feathers puffed out and just a tad puritanical must be an awful bore, spending your time in a self-serving, too big for your britches swoon. (WHOA…WHO AM I CHANNELLING)?
Better to be more democratic and openminded because, all you prigs out there, even those with paws , would have a much better time.
Language, she’s a force of nature, right up there with wind, rain and fire…sigh