1. Rumor or talk of a personal, sensational, or intimate nature.
2. A person who habitually spreads intimate or private rumors or facts.
3. Trivial, chatty talk or writing.
4. A close friend or companion.
Where in the definition of gossip does it say “must be malicious and hurtful to qualify as gossip”? Yet when we hear the word gossip our ears are instantly perked with the hope of hearing that so and so has had a nose job, that girl over there sleeps with men for money or that guy likes to eat his toejam.
Gossip is even more fantastic when it’s about someone we know, especially if it’s someone we don’t like, or worse, envy.
Catty, backstabbing, ruthless, mean, nosy gossip sucks. And it spreads like a toxic wildfire.
After seeing John and Jen at a little restaurant in Indy last week I was contacted by at least five fan sites and three major (MAJOR) news outlets looking for details. Imagine their disappointment when I told them they were eating food and looked genuinely happy doing it.
“Rumor or talk of a personal, sensational, or intimate nature.”
Who said that rumors or talk of a personal, sensational or intimate nature need to be rude or mean to be interesting?
How often do we admire someone’s (sensational) outfit, humor, skin, hair, shoes, laugh or bone structure but never say anything to them? Instead we may say something to the person next to us, and chances are they will concur. They will in turn say something to someone else. The fact that the two or three of you think that girl over there in those cute red shoes is the bees knees will probably never reach her ears. It will stay between you and your friends because chances are you’d feel a little funny running up to a stranger proclaiming your love for her choice of footwear.
There’s a girl who lives just down the road from me that has a face that was formed by angels. She has cheekbones ANTM contestants would kill for. Everyone who knows her talks about them, and everyone agrees that she is strikingly beautiful, but as far as I know no one talks to her about them.
So I did.
“Hey did you know that at least a dozen different girls think you are beautiful?”
She blushed. She had no idea.
This is the kind of gossip we need to share. If you hear something said about someone else and you agree, why not share with the person being admired?
I know I’ve never gotten mad at anyone who gave me a compliment.
(And no, this is not a shameless attempt to get compliments.)
For example. I think Lotus from Sarcastic Mom is amazingly beautiful. In more ways than one obviously, but the girl just glows.
So there you go.
What about the best compliment you’ve ever received, maybe one you were never meant to hear? How did it make you feel?
Or is there something you admire about someone, yet you’ve never put it into words to them?
I dare you.