If there’s a more irritating, more repulsive expression in the daily vocabulary of teens (and pre-teens) than ‘minger’, I’ve yet to hear it. And yet, it seems so handy. Grammatically, it can virtually perform any role you want it to: ‘It mings in here!’, ‘You minger!’, ‘That food is mingin’!’. What, with that and ‘Whatever’, or should it be ‘Wha-eva!’ you’ve practically got everything you need for an adolescent conversation.
I once banned both expressions from my house for a whole day – cos that’s the kind of pedantic fun-sucker I am. And it went wonderfully quiet. For my tweenagers, apparently, there was nothing else worth saying.
I know it’s a phase and it won’t last and that some other fad expression will take over. These days, I feel fondly nostalgic for ‘rank’ and ‘random’, the immediate predecessors to the ‘m’ word. I just hope whatever comes next won’t have me feeling the same way about the minger dynasty.