I love art. Probably not, okay for sure not, all art but a lot of it. I can certainly find an appreciation for the talent it takes for art I don't necessarily like overall. I love visiting the art museum and wandering around a wing. I go to a different wing every time I go. In NYC when we go to The Met, which we try to do every time we are in the city for a good amount of time, we choose a different wing every time so eventually we may get through the whole museum! (Although I have heard of people who have grow up in the city going to that museum their whole life and still haven't gotten through it all! It's a brilliant place, I adore it.) Here in Colorado, the DAM offers free admission the first Saturday of every month. The oldest redhead and I would go for a day, take a different wing each time we went, and wander and get our fill. I'm grateful for art because of the expression it prompts. It prompted the artist to express and it prompts an expression in me. Life without expression would be dull and flat, art brings dimension to life.
There are two probable origins for this idiom and I think both are equally plausible. The first one is that when you spread butter on bread you are buttering it up like one would do when trying to flatter someone. The second is in ancient India there was a practice of throwing balls of butter at statues to ask for favor, i.e. buttering them up. ( source ) When we use the phrase today we generally mean that extreme flattery is used to gain information or favor. It's not always necessarily a compliment.
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