The worst I've seen from them so far is one of the bitter old harridans in the cooking group referring to some potatoes she whipped with butter and milk as "m***ies".
The baby-names the primitives call things says a great deal about their personal subconscious priorities.
Calling things by "cute cuddly" names, the primitives are trying to "humanize" an inanimate object.
The one that drove me nuts was several years ago, when a primitive said she couldn't sleep, and so she put on her robe and went downstairs with her "lappy." I was compelled to ask several hundred people--really--what the Hell a "lappy" was before the consensus was reached that it was probably a laptop computer.
It's very primitival, as the late Margaret Mead observed, this giving of cute cuddly names to inanimate objects.
And the primitives wonder why we call them "primitives."