xxxoholic?

MagnumForce

ha, i just noticed how dirty the title of this thread could be construed as, but anyway my point is this: you can someone addicted to alcohol an alcoholic, cos its "alcohol" and "ic" put together but you also call someone a chocoholic, sexoholic etc when its not chocohol or sexohol (both interesting ideas however),

why, i ask,

why?!

blu_sonic

shopaholic, no idea why

singingstranger

You've single-handedly managed to pinpoint my biggest gripe with everyday language.

/prepares for tumbleweed to roll by

Scraggs

singingstrangeraholic why not??

hullaballoo

It's not "xxxaholic", it's "xxxoholic".

You reckon it should be sexic and chocolateic?

My etymology dictionary doesn't know either. It just says "-oholic" is "abstracted from 'alcoholic'" but it doesn't say where "alcoholic" comes from. SC ftw.

MagnumForce

I suppose because the word alcoholic implies having the qualities of alcohol that when we call some one an alcoholic we are actually saying that they have consumed so much alcohol that they themselves have taken on the properties of alcohol, and so they, among other things, do not stick to the glass in thermometers...

so if we can find the words for "having the properties of or containing chocolate/sex/etc" then that should be the word used to imply that someone is addicted to the substance/act in question...hmmm...

biko

-holic clearly implies "hole". Thus you need to fill this void with stuff.

Btw, alcohol IS sexohol

tbh

From the onion - http://www.theonion.com/content/node/33296

Did you ever know a "chocoholic"? One of those folks who just can't get enough chocolate? I bet there's at least one in your home or workplace. At my house, it's my wife Emily. She's got to have her little bowl of Hershey's Kisses in the living room. She can't go shopping without bringing home some chocolate ice cream or a chocolate-cake mix. She's even got a funny little sweatshirt that says, "My Name Is Emily, And I'm A Chocoholic."

To be honest, I'm a bit of a chocoholic myself. Except for one small detail. You see, instead of being addicted to chocolate, I'm addicted to booze. Yep, from dawn to dusk, there's one thing on my mind: booze! Beer, liquor, wine, all that stuff!

When my wife gets one of her cravings, she reaches for a Baby Ruth or Mars bar. With me, it's Icehouse beer. My refrigerator is always stocked with plenty of it. I also have a little flask of whiskey in my desk drawer at work. In fact, if you can keep a secret, I even keep some booze in my car in case of traffic jams. I just can't stand to be without booze for too long!

I'm a lot like that Cookie Monster on Sesame Street. Only it's more like the Booze Monster. When I walk into a party and see that they have booze of any kind, it's like, "Whoa-hoa! All bets are off! Lemme at that booze!"

I remember this one time, there was no chocolate in the house. Emily was going out of her mind, trying to scrape up some sort of chocolate fix. In the end, she resorted to drinking a cup of hot cocoa. It was so cute! Sort of like the time I drank all her hairspray because there was no booze in the house. Or that other time with the rubbing alcohol. Or the Nyquil. Or the Aqua-Velva.

Another time, I was completely out of booze, and all the stores and bars were closed, so I drove 45 minutes to find a place that would sell me some beer or something. I was kind of embarrassed, because here it was late Monday night, and I had to work the next day, and I'm driving around looking for booze. But, hey, that's just how things are when you're a "booze-oholic" like me! I finally found a huge all-night liquor store. You should have seen how I loaded up! Cases of this, fifths of that. It was 5 a.m. when I finally got home, so I just said, "To heck with work!" and had my own little improvised holiday. I called it Booze Day! I'd been working hard, getting to work on time almost every day for two weeks, so I figured I'd earned what wound up being the rest of the week off.

Sometimes Emily and I think we should cut down a little–you know, health concerns and all. But there's always some special occasion that gives us an excuse to go off our "diets." Halloween was Emily's last big bender. We only got three trick-or-treaters the entire night, so the whole big bowl of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups went straight to her. (Or straight to her thighs, as she said!)

My most recent bender was today. There was a good movie on TV, and I figured, hey, I'll need steady hands to change the volume. Of course, it all went straight to my liver, but what are you gonna do?

For my birthday, Emily gave me the funniest coffee mug, perfect for Irish coffee. It has a little teddy bear on it with a "don't mess with me" look on his face, and it says, "Hand Over The Booze And Nobody Gets Hurt." I laughed so hard! That bear was just like me when I robbed the party store earlier this year! Also, the mug is really big, so it can hold a lot of booze... another plus!

Yes, those chocoholics are a funny sort. But they won't hurt you–as long as they have their chocolate, that is. Or, in my case, booze!