I don't know if my perspective on this is unique

I heard two ads on the radio, back to back, that set my teeth on edge because of variations on the same peevish theme. The first was for a local high-end car dealership. The voiceover smoothly described the "very unique" feeling of driving such a fabulous, smooth, hoity-toity vehicle. The second was for a local supermarket, specifically mentioning their store brand of pancake mix, and its unique flavor. First of all, there are not degrees of "unique." Either something is "one of a kind" or it isn't. There is no grey area. So, my car can never be very unique. Second of all, I want my pancakes to taste like pancakes. There may be variations among pancake flavors, but there is a basic, pancake-like taste that all of them should have. If it's a unique flavor, that's not a selling point. Judging by the number of times I've heard the word "unique" given a qualifier, however, I am starting to think that my view may be...out of the ordinary.


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    Hubby- aka DH My husband since 1995. He is the head of the band department at a college prep school, and dabbles as a wanna-be pop star.

    The Princess- aka DD. Third grader at the local parochial school. Loves butterlies, sparkly things, the color purple and has recently developed a crush on one of the twins from "The Suite Life of Zach and Cody". Is ready for her teenage years, having already perfected her exasperated sigh and dramatic eye-roll.

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