Friday Morning Latin Lesson, Volume XVIII

When I was a fresh-faced, callow youth, I used to spend a lot of my time in front of the boob tube, watching cartoons. Okay, those words could also describe my weekends, but let us shy past that point and on to more important things, like today's lesson in valuable, useful Latin.

One of my favorite shows to watch, much to my mother's chagrin, was Josie and the Pussycats. It's not so much that the show was as well written as, say, Transformers or G.I.Joe (which, isn't saying much, because while both of these shows ranked high on the badass scale, the writing ranked equally as high on the pisspoor scale), however, even back then I knew that the exploits of three teenage girls strutting around in cat suits was something I could support wholeheartedly. Or something else hardedly.

While I had to catch Josie and her sultry teenage friends in re-runs (the show ended it's original airing while I was but a mewling babe), I always held a warm spot in my heart for my first crushes. Fast forward a few years and, while futzing around with the remote late one night, I quite stumbled upon something called the Pussycat Dolls Present: Girlicious. After discovering that I did not, in fact, need to pay in order to continue viewing, my heart soared for a second, thinking that my childhood sweethearts had been resurrected. However, I discovered that the Pussycat Dolls took their names not so much from Josie's group, but more because they sounded like a bag full of cats being run over by a bus...a bus driven by a dog!

Apparently, they make music of some kind and are somewhat popular. Admittedly, I did have to check Wikipedia in order to 'verify' both of these facts. However, as with all things, the girls of the Pussycat Dolls will eventually grow older and people will see through their caterwauling and move on to the next young, pretty thing. Isn't that right, Spice Girls?

If the fate of the Pussycat Dolls ever comes up in conversation, you can simply interject this into the conversation and you will sound not only sophisticated, but also quite profound:

"Omnes paucis annis prosedae erunt."

Pronounced: "Ohm-nays pow-kiss ahnn-ees proh-say-die air-oont."

Hover the cursor over the picture to discover the fate of these girls.

Next week: Is that a Ken Doll in your pocket?