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Disgusticified – part 1

No, disgusticified is not really a word. But, it exists in the world of one of my favorite musicals, “Wicked.”

Disgusticified means disgusting. The “Wicked” ensemblea sings this word in reference to Elphaba, who many people know as “the Wicked Witch of the West” from “The Wizard of Oz.”

The other lead female character, Galinda, also known as “Glinda, the Good,” is portrayed as the ditzy blonde. Part of this depiction is the way she alters words. For example, she calls her father “Popsicle.” Her wordsmithing is one of the most entertaining and humorous elements of the show. So, the ensemble pays homage to Galinda by calling the green-skinned, less than fashionable Elphaba “disgusticified.”

As you may be able to tell from the three preceding paragraphs, I’m borderline obsessed with “Wicked.” After I saw it on stage, I spent weeks analyzing the story, contemplating the female friendship and comparing and contrasting that back story with “The Wizard of Oz.”

It is an empowering tale, but, of course, it would not mean anything without the music. Composer Stephen Schwartz also wrote the musicals “Godspell” and “Pippin” – both popular shows in the early 1970s.

My mom also has a similar fascination with “Wicked” although I suspect it’s not as profound as my enthrallment. She told me she recently ran into a woman wearing a “Wicked” shirt bearing the words “Defy Gravity,” similar to the show’s most defining song, “Defying Gravity.” I had seen this top on the “Wicked” Web site, so I tucked away the story and told myself to remember it as an upcoming gift.

Well, Sunday is Mother’s Day. Perfect! I ordered my mom the shirt. My online checkout was almost complete, and I began thinking, “Maybe I should order one for myself. It can be Happy Mother’s Day to me. And, then I’ll pay shipping only once rather than twice after I see how fabulous my mom’s shirt is and decide I have to own one for myself.”

So, I clicked on “Return to shopping.” I noticed the fine print stating, “These are junior sizes. Order one size larger than you would normally wear.” Instead of buying a large as I usually would, I purchased the extra large (ugh!).

Yesterday, the FedEx man delivered the package containing two “Wicked” shirts. I dropped the rest of the mail to rip open the envelope, then quickly ran to the bedroom to try on my Mother’s Day gift. Much to my dismay, I looked, well, disgusticified in my eagerly anticipated shirt!

Read Disgusticified – part 2.

Originally published on ovparent.com.

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