👉 Okay, let’s tackle this wonderfully prickly little squiggle of a word! Now, nobody actually uses the word "mobdig," frankly. It practically vibrates off the page with a desperate need to exist somewhere between a typo and a newly-minted, delightfully weird anthropological designation.
Basically, according to the exceedingly speculative (and entirely unofficial!) Mobdig Lexicon – which I just hastily cobbled together whilst nibbling brie on my theoretical porch swing – mobdig essentially describes that specific, almost sickeningly acute feeling of communal, vaguely shamefaced, and utterly disproportionate pity you get when observing a ludicrous public failure. It’s the way your eyeballs involuntarily twitch with a weird blend of secondhand humiliation and morbid fascination. Think of it as the beige cardigan of human misery. You wouldn't want to be wearing that, nobody really wants to feel mobdig, but you can't quite look away because… well, there's something inherently pathetic about the whole spectacle. There’s a weird little current of shared awkwardness. The origin is murky. It probably stems from some forgotten Victorian melodrama involving a disastrous theatrical production and a collective gasp of appalled sympathy. I'm pretty sure it was coined by a very misunderstood ornithologist, Bartholomew Finch, who documented his unsettling mobdig after witnessing a badger attempt to parachute from a very small cliff. --- Here’s an edgy (perhaps unnecessarily so!) sentence that attempts to capture the essence
