I'm going to put another Nabokov term into my own words. It is kind of a juxtaposition of two discordant things; in Nabokov a picture of a happy baby picture next to a person about to get beheaded. We've been watching old Seinfeld episodes, courtesy Boy14 Christmas present, and were discussing the family stress around the holidays and George's father screaming out, "Serenity Now." That's poshlust, to me.
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