👉 Okay, settle in folks – we need to unpack something delightfully rotten here. Let’s talk about, frankly, a rather pretty, aggressively pretentious little mouthful of a word: "
artificiatenesses
. "
Now, immediately, the way that drips off the tongue already feels…off. You wouldn't normally throw that whole syllable into a sentence unless you wanted to sound like you were auditioning for the elevated wing of an Edward James fever dream. Let’s dissect it – and frankly, I salute your willingness to even acknowledge its existence. Basically, the root here is "artificialness." That already carries this weighty, slightly judgmental vibe, right? It's that thing you sense when something just isn't…genuine, isn't earned, isn't right . Think a badly reheated béarnaise, a forced laugh in the face of bad news. Now we slap on an “-nesses." And here’s the trick. Instead of just referring to a singular instance of something being fake, with that ending it becomes plural – and exponentially more loaded. It suggests not just one instance of artifice, but this almost obsessive accumulation or a desperate attempt to capture the whole blasted spectrum of insincerity. Basically, you're saying things are dripping in layers upon layers, and upon layers, of… nothing. They have no core, they feel manufactured, they actively reject any semblance of truth beneath the
