I vacillate over using LOL, unless I actually did laugh out loud, but I’d rather write “Ha ha!” A long string, as my writer pal, Erin Enberg, points out, can be especially effective, as in Hahahahahahahahaha. Lorrie Moore wrote an entire page of hahaha in a short story (the title escapes me. Lorrie is also great at turning a cliché on its head). On rare occasions I have used ROFL, but I much prefer LSHIPMP, because I have laughed so hard I peed my pants, whereas I have never rolled on the floor laughing.
But I’m sorry. I have a hard time taking anyone who uses the word “squee” seriously.
I’ve seen it many times in tweets and blogs, and its popularity seems to be growing. I suppose it’s a cutesy way of saying that one squealed in happiness. “I actually won the lottery! Squee!” Personally, I can’t imagine anyone over the age of three squealing. Letting out a yippee, maybe. Giving a whoop of hooray, okay. Squee? No.
My friend Jason McCarty wrote to me, “If you listen to Jhonen Vasquez, squee is actually a sound made in fear.” So I did an internet search (no better use of time in the afternoon for a writer), and according to Wikipedia, Vasquez’ wrote a fictional character known as Squee after the noise he makes when frightened. This is from a comic titled Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. Squee also carries around a small teddy bear that he named Shmee. Shmee tells Squee that all his fears and nightmares are inside him in a dream.
In this sense, squee is an onomatopoeia, a word that that imitates or suggests the source of the sound that it describes. Think hiccup or chickadee.
That’s precisely why I have a hard time taking anyone who uses squee seriously. Come on. Who makes a sound like that? No one I know.