a compound affection of joy and hate

I have long wondered why I detest the word epicaricacy. I usually snort with derision at lists of hated words (e.g., moist, blog, panties, etc.), and equally at alleged most beautiful words (e.g., cellardoor). I guess it's just one of those personal ticks. I have also wondered why people think the word to be more English than schadenfreude. Ah, well.

Ceci n'est pas un seing.