I grew up hearing this endearment. I always thought everyone knew what the term meant, but folks have no idea what it means and have never even heard the saying. Well, allow me to add a little something to your genteel vocabulary.
Urban Dictionary says this about nice-nasty:
1. A person who is always fresh in public but has a nasty house.
2. A person who pretends to be nice but will talk about you in your face and you not even notice it until they walk away.
3. A person who will “politely” put you in your place if you get wrong with them.
4. A person that is nice to you in your presence but will talk about you behind your back.
1. She is fine but her house stinks. She’s nice-nasty.
2. She just talked so bad to you and you didn’t even catch it! She was so nice-nasty with it. LOL”
I am pretty sure this is a Southern term, but I could be wrong there. I know I heard this used all the time by the grown-ups in my house. One thing it was used for with me was my perpetual snotty nose. I had bad allergies in the winter, still do. I’m allergic to cedar and all things evergreen, so I suffer immensely during the colder months. My nose always dripped like a leaky faucet.
My sister was constantly dabbing at my tiny, sore nose with a hanky. The one thing I hated more than a snotty nose, was blowing it. I disliked the feel of slime against my face if the hanky got too full and it squished onto my cheek. I would shudder and later refused to blow into the handkerchief at all. It became a battle and my sister would finally give up and call me nice-nasty because I was grossed out over my own snot. “Oh my goodness, Katy! Why are you so nice-nasty?!” It was humiliating to be called nice-nasty for something so mundane. Eventually I just accepted that I would always be nice-nasty over snot, mine and everyone else’s.
Definathing says this:
“Nice Nasty is used to describe someone who is outwardly picky and meticulous about everything, but seems to be unaware of what’s nasty about themselves at the same time.
an example would be a woman who insists that you take your shoes off before you come into her living room….but she hasn’t dusted her furniture since she bought it. she is someone who is nice nasty.
1. a person who is always fresh in public but has a nasty house.
2. a person who pretends to be nice but will talk about you in your face and you not even notice it until they walk away.
3. a person who will “politely” put you in your place if you get wrong with them.
4. a person that is nice to you in your presence but will talk about you behind your back.
1. she is fine but her house stinks. she’s nice-nasty.
2. she just talked so bad to you and you didn’t even catch it! she was so nice-nasty with it. lol
the act of doing one thing and not the other; one who accepts the worse and complains about the best, a backwards thinker, a walking paradox, completing a task and leaving out the most important part, doing something totally backwards, ignoring priorities of major importance and acknowledging the minor.
justin is nice nasty because he didn’t wipe his *ss but he had the nerve to wash his hands.
he’s nice nasty because he’d happily eat any kind of feces as long as it had brown sugar on it.”
I always related nice-nasty to my snot, so later when I discovered these other definitions for the term, I was fascinated. Why haven’t I continued using this quaint, yet effective in humiliating, socially acceptable label for people that truly are nice-nasty?! Why?!
Just saying it out loud reminds me of those Southern twinged ripples of syrupy sarcasm that accompany those stinging, holier than thou judgments that take the shine off of anyone that has the tiniest bit of sparkle. I know that feeling too well.
I know it because I was reared by a group of powerfully overbearing Southern Belles, who tried to raise me in their image. The problem is all of them pushed me in the opposite direction and I never held fast to their tradition of meaningful sideways glances or eyerolls with a candy coated saccharine sneer. The “Bless Her Little Heart!” club that found their meaning in life to be demeaning other’s lives.
Oh dear…I just figured out why I never call anyone nice-nasty. I’m pretty sure that in order to call someone nice-nasty, you must be nice-nasty yourself.
I might still be a little nice-nasty about getting snot on my cheeks, but that’s about the only thing I will ever be nice-nasty over. I’ll leave the rest that goes along with that term to those that have much harder hearts than I. 🙂