I agree wholeheartedly...BUT...
As lovely as it would be, we can't make it happen...
No matter how much we repeat it as @All2Well says.
Yeah, even when there's nothing actually wrongwith the word, it can really get on the old tits when an author has a massive thing for certain specific and slightly unusual words.
There's an author who I shall not name as they have snowflakey tendencies and will probably post an instagram story #bekind about it if they google themselves, as they seem to regularly, who uses the term,
"Oof!"
Right, left and centre.
"Hello, Nova, off to The Brew Pot for a steaming hot honey and lemon loose leaf tea?"
"Oof! I didn't see you there Emmeline! Not today, someone broke into the Merry Little Book Nook!"
Raphael was walking down the lane clutching all he had left in the world...his flute and the first edition copy of the Lord of The Rings that his mother gave him the day before she died when he spotted the woman. With auburn ringlets and a green velvet coat and eyes to match she looked like something off a Victorian postcard leaning on the lampost as the snowflakes fell like confetti all around her. She was looking for something in the snow, her seaglass eyes searching desperately, he reached out a hand to help -
"OOF!!! Watch what your doing! You didn't half give me a fright there!" she exclaimed,
haughtily, tossing her conker coloured curls.
"Mrs Vanderplum, might I interest you in another slice of sticky toffee salted carabanoffee ginger loaf, I baked it freshly this morning?"
"Oof! I couldn't possibly! Oof, the very thought."
Do we say oof? Do we? When is the last time you said "oof!"?
Or said, "I love the way grandad smells, with his familar must."
Take a big sniff of some old dude's jacket and go "hmmmmm, must. So comforting."