Stop Saying “Literally”

I spent a fair amount of Sunday afternoon watching Parks and Recreation on Netflix. If you’re not a fan of Parks and Rec, you should be, because it’s one of the greatest shows on the air.

At any rate, Rob Lowe plays a character whose favorite word is “literally,” and he wildly misuses it on a regular basis. This is not too far from what real life conversations are like, however. Literally is sprinkled all too liberally in modern conversations, and for some of us grammar purists, it drives us nuts.

Literal vs. Figurative Language

No, you are not literally going to explode from excitement at finally seeing U2 live. You also are not literally dying of laughter while watching Dude, Where’s My Car, in all likelihood. You are figuratively exploding and dying.

Unless you spontaneously combust when Bono takes the stage, literally is not the word you are looking for.

Definition of Literally

When something is literally occurring, that means that it happening exactly as described. Someone who is literally passing out from excitement has their eyes rolling back in their head, and is collapsing to the ground as we speak.

Usually, the intended word is figuratively, which means that whatever is happening is being described metaphorically. Someone who is figuratively on pins and needles with anticipation is really looking forward to something. Someone who is literally on pins and needles is currently experiencing small puncture wounds on their body.

Have you heard people misuse the word “literally”?

PRACTICE

Take ten minutes and write a holiday scene using as much figurative language as possible. Then take five minutes and rewrite the scene taking the figurative language to its literal extremes. Post your practice in the comments, and take some time to read the work of other writers.

About the Author

Liz Bureman

Liz acts as The Write Practices resident snark and Copy Queen. She lives in Denver and loves it.

  • http://www.facebook.com/yvette.carol Yvette Carol

    I agree, Liz, the use of ‘literally’ in just about context is a common problem. The issue is it’s become so much part of the modern lexicon that it requires personal discipline not to use it. I have to hold myself back a lot of times, from ‘slipping’ into using it too!

  • http://www.facebook.com/DreamWeaverNovels1 Su Williams

    I love the comment ‘why can’t we use literally figuratively…’ (my paraphrase.) I have an idea. All of us ought to now go around using the words ‘figuratively’ and ‘metaphorically’ in place of ‘literally’ and see how people respond.

    • http://www.facebook.com/yvette.carol Yvette Carol

      ha ha, brilliant, Su!

  • http://www.facebook.com/gdkemble Greg Kemble

    Why can’t the word “literally” be used figuratively, like any other word?

    • http://www.facebook.com/yvette.carol Yvette Carol

      hee hee

  • Lizzie

    Thank you, Liz. I was embarrassed for an author in a national magazine who wrote about I-don’t-remember-what-now “literally exploding on the page” of something he was reading. I wanted to throw up.

    Also, we would all count the number of times my 11th grade U.S. History teacher would use the word “literally” in class each day. Some of my favorites: “Folks, these people were coming over on boats… I mean literally” (re: the pilgrims); while appropriate usage, we all thought “Why would we think they were coming over on figurative boats?”

    • http://www.facebook.com/karl.tobar Karl Tobar

      This literally made me laugh.

  • madrugada

    The last scrap of gift paper fluttered to the ground, winging its way to a growing nest of cream, gold, and green. Jean watched the cat’s pupils swell into oceans, teeming with fish the color of tar.

    “Don’t let Mustard eat the ribbon.”

    Krista looked up from a fort of gift boxes, adjusting a poster tube cannon.

    “I’m serious. If that cat eats any of the Christmas stuff, you’re on litter box duty for the next year.”

    Krista’s mouth converted to a tight little frown. She moved from behind a Nordstroms-brand parapet and exited the fort, snatching a length of tinsel from the cat. A pupil-colored wave pulled at her toes.

    “Thank you, Krista.”

    “You’re not welcome.”

    Jean sighed and returned to her coffee. The peppermint Krista insisted on adding had become an oily sheet obscuring the kona. There was no way to drink around it. She picked up the phone to alert the EPA.

    Krista was busy stuffing her arm in a tank top trimmed with leopards. The beast sewn to the cuff purred gratefully as her hand passed its scruff. There was still no sign of Mr. Late-to-Pick-Up-His-Daughter.

    “Okay, sweetheart,” said Jean, “Why don’t you go grab a trash bag, and we’ll get this stuff picked up before grandma gets here.”

    “Is she going get all drunk again?”

    “Every year, baby. Come on,” she urged. “Leave that shirt and put on something warm.”

    Krista pulled her arm back out of the tank top, laying it reverently atop an unopened Cat-A-Day calendar. She would need to write a letter to the SPCA soon. 365 cats was too many, even if they could adapt to survive in Mustard’s limpid oceans.

    “Bring the shop vac, too,” she added, setting her mug on the edge of the shore. The sand had begun to accumulate.

  • Ana

    On Christmas day, the people waiting for the ice rink were packed like sardines.
    The smell of fish and oil filled the air; passersby gave them odd glances and
    scurried along, some covering their noses. Children clung to their mothers’
    arms, squealing and shrieking as if they were little birds. The ones that
    literally were fluttered in excitement and poked their parents with their
    little beaks.

    The situation on the rink was no different. The huge crowd skated in step like a
    Roman regiment marching into battle. Their armours clattered, their swords
    grating in their sheaths. Everyone was wrapped in their warmest clothes to keep
    the piercing cold at bay; they bore a startling similarity to butterfly
    cocoons. A woman suddenly stopped skating, tore out of her cocoon and spread
    her new burgundy wings. The crowd clapped and cheered as she flew away. Redness bloomed on everyone’s cheeks like roses; when they rubbed their face to warm it, more than one person groaned in pain – as we know, every rose has its thorns.

    Two young lovers had stopped near the railing. Her skate had come undone and he knelt before her, attempting to tie it. When he looked up at her and met her eyes with his own, which were as blue as the sea (though not as wide), she felt
    butterflies flutter in her stomach.

    She pulled him up, drawing her lips closer to his. And then, she puked a flight of
    butterflies into his face.

    ***
    No, I wasn’t high when I wrote it, what makes you say that?

    • http://www.facebook.com/karl.tobar Karl Tobar

      This was awesome. I love the part when the lady flies away.

      • Ana

        Thank you! :)

    • http://www.facebook.com/basma.parkar Basma Parkar

      I loved it!

  • http://KatieAxelson.com/ Katie Axelson

    Amen!
    I heard a friend say, “I literally bend over backwards to help her” and I wanted to know how that helps…

  • http://www.facebook.com/karl.tobar Karl Tobar

    Little Timmy and his sister Suzie woke up Christmas morning literally quaking with anticipation. Their mother opened the door bright and early. “Why are you shaking, dear me!” Timmy said, “We’re just excited apparently!” His mother pulled the curtains open and said, “Rise and shine! Present time!” White snow from outside reflected into their bedroom. It was so bright Timmy literally went blind, effectively rendering most of his Christmas gifts useless.

    Suzie having lead him through the hall literally could not wait to open presents and she ditched him, dashing through the hall and falling to her knees in front of the tree, squealing with glee. Timmy felt his way along the wall and joined his family in the living room.

    Their father sat in his chair, smoking his pipe. “Are you kids excited to open your presents?!” Timmy said, “I’m not.” Their father continued, “Sorry if they seem a little strange. Santa said he literally could not find anything you wished for this year… but he said he found better things for you!”

    Suzie, quaking with excitement, could barely hold the gift in her hands without dropping it. “Suzie, calm down dear. Here, let me help you.” Their mother put a hand on Suzie’s trembling shoulder and opened the first present. “Oh!” she said. “Look here, Suzie!”

    Suzie said, “Motor oil?” Their father said, “That’s right! Hold on to that, now. It’ll come in handy when you have a car.” Timmy stood up and yelled. He said, “This is the worst Christmas ever!” and he literally exploded from anger. Suzie and her parents cried.

    The end.

    • http://KatieAxelson.com/ Katie Axelson

      lol-literally

  • Jake

    I don’t use it, it’s an overused phrase. But I do understand that using literally incorrectly is a form of hyperbole and irony. I wasn’t just dying from laughing, in the usual figurative sense. Cying from laughter doesn’t do it justice. It was something much more profound, I was laughing at the core of who I was. I thought I would literally die from laughter. Or in today’s dialogue shorthand: I was literally dying from laughter.

    Sure it’s overused, and not very elegant. But it also should not give you a sense of grammar superiority over those who use it, just as I don’t think you are a simpleton every time you use metaphor or anthropomorphism. I understand it isn’t literal.

  • themagicviolinist

    Ha ha! One of my mom’s friend’s pet peeves, as well. ;P There was a scene in Modern Family (my favorite show) where Mitchell pointed out that Cam’s head was not LITERALLY going to explode. His delivery is awesome! (Literally). ;)

  • LetiDelMar

    I literally love Parks and Rec and figuratively die of laughter when I watch it! Great post!

  • http://www.patwashington.blogspot.com Pat Washington

    I must drop by (figuratively) to share that I have seen U2 live two times (so far) and each time I, literally, did not explode. Although I kinda felt like I might.
    The third time’s a charm, maybe.

    “Listen for me, I’ll be shouting

    Shouting to the darkness, squeeze out sparks of light”
    ~ U2

  • Rose Gardener

    This is interesting. I think most people know that they aren’t literally exploding with excitement- which is exactly why they say it! It adds emphasis; it’s a deliberate exaggeration. So, yes, undoubtedly we shouldn’t use it incorrectly like this in our narrative writing, but can an exception be made in dialogue when it is part of the character’s personality to exaggerate wildly?

    • http://www.patwashington.blogspot.com Pat Washington

      No!
      Never!
      No soup for you!

      Just a-teasin’, there, Rose. (Although I would like to add that an exaggeration is taking a piece of truth and expanding it in such a way so that it is, literally, not true anymore. A bit different than saying someone “literally exploded.”)

    • http://www.pjreece.ca/blog/wordpress/category/blog PJ Reece

      The issue of course is not the exploding, but the word “literally”, which, for me, only compromises the drama of the moment by shining a light on the illiteracy of the utterer. Same issue with “like” “really” etc. Just explode away without any qualifier. Regarding its use in dialogue… in my experience (and I have lots of experience removing useless words!) it would be one of those annoying little words that would eventually be removed by the editor. One usage would be enough to peg the character as literally semi-conscious.

      • Rose Gardener

        Thank you, PJ. That answers my question. I have previously been advised to omit all words an editor will remove anyway. :)

  • Palabama

    That is hilarious. What a great post and I learned something to boot – literally.

  • http://www.youngaspiringwriter.blogspot.com/ Chihuahua Zero

    You and I share a peeve… literally.

    -peeve goes rabid and starts taking down writers-

    …Maybe not literally. :p