“There’s a difference between like and love. Because I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack.”
“But I love my Skechers.”
“That’s because you don’t have a Prada backpack.”
Who can forget this iconic exchange between Bianca and Chastity in 90s teen movie classic 10 Things I Hate About You? (If you haven’t seen it, or can’t remember it, please stop reading now, quit your job and go home and watch it. You’ll thank me later. Well, maybe not for the quitting your job part.)
I know I’m that nerdy person who is obsessed by the quirks of language (see my piece on computer speak), but arriving in Los Angeles for the first time I’ve already noticed something new that I hadn’t been aware of living in New York. Everyone here is in love!
Or at least they seem to say they are.
In LA, people say they love everything. Talking about a person? “Ohmigodiloveher.” A cafe? “Yea I love that place!” Someone’s shirt? “Ohmigodiloveit!” In a way it’s nice; people are overwhelmingly positive and it can be infectious. Sunny place, sunny vibes.
Nevertheless, love, like hate, is a strong word. And much like some of our favorite expletives, using strong words too often can make them lose their potency. If you say you love everything, then how can you tell when you truly love something? If there’s no sliding scale, then surely that just means you feel the same about everything, right? Which seems more like apathy than true love.
What do you think? Do people use the word love too much? Where’s the distinction between like and love if you love both your sketchers, AND your Prada backpack?
Written by Georgia Graham