hair-splitting

/hair-split-ing/US // ˈhɛərˌsplɪt ɪŋ //UK // (ˈhɛəˌsplɪtɪŋ) //

吐槽,吐沫星子,吐槽大会,吐沫横飞

Definitions

n.名词 noun

adj.形容词 adjective

1
- : characterized by such distinctions: the hairsplitting arguments of a political debate.

as inhypercritical

Synonyms

Cassandra, whose hair has already begun to fall out from her court-mandated chemotherapy, could face a similar outcome.
Again, the difference can seem subtle and sound more like splitting hairs, but the difference is important.
Fumbleroooohski…'” (39) “'Look at me, ungh, splitting my own seam, oohh… going deep.
But his fingers moved through her silky strands of hair, and then down her neck.
She used electrolysis to banish the prickly hair from her delicate face.
I pictured him as slim and young looking, smooth-faced, with golden curly hair, and big brown eyes.
He was tall and of familiar figure, and the firelight was playing in the tossed curls of his short, fair hair.
His hair was darker—almost brown save at the temples, where age had faded it to an ashen colour.
He frowned, and bent his head, and his long hair fell over his face, while the poor Stuttgardter sat there like a beaten hound.
He stood before the glass hung above the wash bench and 369 smoothed his hair.

/hair-split-ing/US // ˈhɛərˌsplɪt ɪŋ //UK // (ˈhɛəˌsplɪtɪŋ) //

吐槽,吐沫星子,吐槽大会,吐沫横飞

n.名词 noun

adj.形容词 adjective

1
- : characterized by such distinctions: the hairsplitting arguments of a political debate.

as inhypercritical

Synonyms

Cassandra, whose hair has already begun to fall out from her court-mandated chemotherapy, could face a similar outcome.
Again, the difference can seem subtle and sound more like splitting hairs, but the difference is important.
Fumbleroooohski…'” (39) “'Look at me, ungh, splitting my own seam, oohh… going deep.
But his fingers moved through her silky strands of hair, and then down her neck.
She used electrolysis to banish the prickly hair from her delicate face.
I pictured him as slim and young looking, smooth-faced, with golden curly hair, and big brown eyes.
He was tall and of familiar figure, and the firelight was playing in the tossed curls of his short, fair hair.
His hair was darker—almost brown save at the temples, where age had faded it to an ashen colour.
He frowned, and bent his head, and his long hair fell over his face, while the poor Stuttgardter sat there like a beaten hound.
He stood before the glass hung above the wash bench and 369 smoothed his hair.