If you’re the fussy type, you may spend a lot of time looking for particular things – a perfectly mixed Bloody Mary; an item of clothing that conveys the true depths of your individuality and free spiritedness; friends whose dinner-table conversation doesn’t make you think that Facebook is, in fact, a more than adequate substitute for human interaction.
Thanks to the crushing inevitability of that hyper-modern purgatory otherwise known as the internet, particular or particularly have been divested of a few vowels and are now partics. As in:
“No, you’re totes not listening. ALL of your outfit is horrible – that skirt in partics.”