Backpfeifengesicht (roughly, "BAHCK-fifengehzeekt") is, of course, a German word. German words can be so wonderful, expressing depths and nuances of emotion in single words.

How about Schadenfreude, meaning: pleasure derived from another person's misfortune.  (SCENE: There's that person in line at the coffee shop and they're interminably miserable.  They need 5 minutes to decide but won't step aside, have an impossible to decipher name they've dispassionately muttered while returning to a super loud phone conversation and then, after the barista has completed the mensa task of creating a venti half skim half soy no whip half calf mocha extra drizzle on the inside of the cup at 164 degrees, NEEDS to jump right back in front of you to get like one single ice cube because "This beverage tastes 170 degrees." And leaves a quarter in the tip jar.  Then, as they walk away that pristinely polished iPhone 8 plus has slipped from the right shoulder/ear and careens slowly to the floor as the latte slips from a sweaty left palm and a feline sound escapes this joy scoundrel, providing a screechy cymbal crash to the drum solo of a shattering screen, exploding mocha, and tip-tappy shoes that don't know in which direction to lunge .  I mean, you should NOT feel good about this.  But goddamit, you do.)

Remember when Volkswagon had the commercial touting Fahrvergnügen, interpreted precisely as: driving pleasure?  (How cool is that!?)

Speaking of, Volkswagon, means: people's car.  Feels all warm and socialist, so inviting to anyone and everyone.  (Now, in Trump's America, you don't drive car, car drives you.  Russia, what a country!  HAH!)

Kummerspect?  That's grief bacon.  You know, the weight we gain after we've had our hearts shattered and the only relief is sugar and fermented sugar and distilled fermented sugar? (I know, I should drink less.)  And bacon.  That's Kummerspect.

Here's a great one for the world today, Weltersmerz, or: world pain.  That's the discrepancy between how you know the world should be and how you see, feel, and experience the ACTUAL world.  I know, right?  There's a ficken word for that.  Which is also why we have Kummerspect.  Brilliant, if you think about it.

Anyway, backpfeifengesicht.  Meaning? A face in need of a slap.

You know it when you see it.

I mean, c'mon.  You...KNOW IT...when you see it.  Downturned lips from a lifetime of pouting about this or that.  Weak cheeks and chin.  They get angry and you're like, "...really?  REALLY?  You're gonna come at me with THAT face?"  Kind of amorphous features that simply shout, "Of, ffs, just slap me!"

Backpfeifengesicht.

I wonder if there's a German word for a voice that calls to mind a face in need of a slap? ("Yes.  It's Driven to Drink." Bah-dum-DUM...psst)

Seriously, though, I sincerely hope our voices are not those voices.

Mark and I thank you from the bottom of our herzen.

Danke.