It’s an awful shame, is it not, that all the good and powerful words we used to have and use are gone? Well, they’re not actually gone, but they aren’t any good anymore, devalued by their proliferation in common print and speech by today’s newspapers and television. They’ve lost their luster and impact and have become flaccid, boring and sexless.

Take curse words, for example. I’m of an age that when I first got up my courage to use one (and it was a good one) at around 9 years old, I stood still in my closet and waited for the promised lightning bolts to come. I‘m not kidding!

They didn’t, so after that experience, I exhaled with relief and decided cussing was a free-for-all and up-for-grabs thing from then on. I may not be quite as prolific as our recently deposed Mr. Scaramucci, but I’m pretty sure I could be a contender.

“Bad” words are tossed about so loosely today that if one wants to blast someone in a rage, they all fall flat. All the good cuss words are gone, used up, and seemingly owned by what we once called “youngsters.” Very young youngsters, too.

I sure miss the good old days when, if we called someone a bad name or used a bad word as a blistering adjective, people would gasp, or scream, break out the brown soap or at the very least shout, “How DARE you?” I mourn the passing of those juicy and meaningful profanities.

And there are other great words that have become watered down and vapid over the years. “Awesome” comes to mind first. When did people decide they could steal that wonderful word off its top shelf where it for centuries resided majestically and alone?

“Awesome” was meant to describe the Grand Canyon or a gigantic iceberg, not the new flavor of soft ice cream or the size of the hole in your sock. It should be revered, used sparingly, but it’s not. “Awesome” is used constantly and inappropriately, and each time it’s used to describe a nicely fried egg or the wildly new hair colors of today, it gets flatter and more diminished and is quickly becoming a nothing word. What a loss.

And what’s with all this “breaking news” hype on TV? That used to mean we were suddenly at war or someone really famous had just dropped dead or the local high school had burned to the ground. And it was called “breaking” because it broke into the regular newscast. Today when one sees “Breaking News!” plastered across the TV screen, it means we might be having rain or that a politician is going to deliver a boring fundraising speech somewhere, and it is never shocking and never breaks into anything. Those two words show up at the start of every newscast these days, and have become meaningless.

How about “yacht”? Today anything that floats on the surface of the ocean is called a yacht, even if its main source of power is one human and two oars. Back in the day, a “yacht” was a huge sailing pleasure craft cared for and propelled by large crews hired by the yacht’s owners who were always far wealthier than old Croesus had ever dreamed of being. They were, and are, floating hotels containing every possible creature comfort including rare art, badminton courts, bath tubs, and state of the art everything.

“Yacht” was a word never used by boat owners of a lesser revenue. For example, Ari Onassis owned a yacht. The rest of us own boats. Or kayaks. Or canoes. Or row-boats. Or skiffs. Or rafts. Yeah, “yacht” is another big, juicy word taken from us and watered down. (Sorry).

“Estates.” Don’t get me started. Estates, when I was a kid, were large, manicured acres with gigantic mansions at one end. Oh yeah, “mansion” is another ruined word. Today, any home with more than three bedrooms may be described as a “mansion.” No. Wrong.

Mansions were huge castle-like homes built on estates, you know, Downton Abbey-ish with uncountable rooms and scores of bathrooms, and estates were not small tracts of land with a bunch of homes jammed on them as they are today. They were closer to golf-course size and some even supported exotic animals. Estates were awesome back in the day. When you lived on an estate, you were seriously loaded, and I don’t mean with booze.

Ah, there are so many ruined, thinned down words these days. How I miss them.

And one more; limousines. Remember when they were huge long, shiny cars that picked you up in your wedding finery, or your funeral finery to go to Uncle Schlomo’s internment? Today anything on four wheels you hire to get you to the airport on time is called a “limo.”

So sad. I sorely miss the good old days of great strong, show-offy words.