So, you’re thinking of going bro?
Go, bro, go!
As a Kiwi, I’m a big fan of the brocabulary. My blog “Quid Pro Bro” is for the bros and broesses, especially for those with a Latin appreciation (a tip of the corona triumphalis to Mr. Staniland, my KBHS Latin teacher).
Obviously, bro is an abbreviation of brother, a male sibling. Over time the term “brother” has expanded to include those with a group affiliation, or as a term of endearment primarily to other men. My nephew Brian A. uses “my brother” very effectively as an informal greeting when meeting new people.
For Kiwis “bro” is used to address mates, whānau, acquaintances, or total strangers. It establishes an instant warmth and friendliness. My sister Kim is quite the bromeister, and frequently texts me, “Miss you bro.” Miss you, too.
It is used in informal speech; not to be used with the hoity-toity crowd. For example, you’re in the Throne Room as Buckingham Palace being knighted by King Charles III. Not the occasion to drop the “Your Brojesty.”
Yeah, nah.
Let’s stick with “Your Majesty” at all investitures.
The word “bro” is also very amenable to affixation. For example, it’s Lent, and you’re on an office Maccas (McDonalds) run. One of your colleagues has ordered a Filet-O-Fish sandwich. You could ask, “Do you want fries with it, brotato?”
Or with the younger crowd, especially in So Cal, you can go with “brochacho.” My grandson Silas was getting restless on a family car ride. “Chill, brochacho, chill” was advice offered by another passenger.
Or you’re on a summer holiday, cruising the various Greek islands in the Mediterranean. Prior to the trip, you even brushed up the Twelve Olympians, and can name more than just Zeus, Poseidon, Hades…Hera…Hephaestus…Dionysus…et cetera. You look out of the cabin porthole and see a storm is brewing. A celestial plea might be, “Help us, Brosiedon, help us.”
As with all lexicons, words, their pronunciation, spelling evolve and change over time. Just dust off your copy of Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales and wrap your 21st century tongue around that Middle English. The Knight, of the Prologue, was indeed a “worthy man,” a true “k-neecht.”
And so, changes are afoot (amouth) with “bro,” or should I say “brah.” Vowel flattening requires less effort for our jaw, tongue, and throat. Why? Because we’re linguistically lazy, brah.”
Unlike New Zealand, in California I hear “brah” a lot.
“Sup, brah.”
There has also been a linguistic evolution and meaning from “brah” to “bruh,” the latter now used as an exclamation of total disbelief, or a reaction to something wild or unexpected.
As a sports junkie, I first heard “bruh” used effectively by Shannon Sharpe, the former NFL player, on the sports debate show “Skip and Shannon: Undisputed” in his high-energy, passionate debates with his co-host.
My daughter Genevieve often anchors her texts, up front with “bruh,” setting the emotional tone for what is to follow: “bruh why are they saying….”
So, whether you’re saying bro, brah, or bruh, you’re taking part in a linguistic tradition that’s equal parts friendship, creativity, and good-natured banter. Language changes because people play with it, and few words have been uttered more enthusiastically than this one. Long may the Broxicon expand.
Sweet as, bro!
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