Yeshplochum [n.] [yuh-shploch'-m]: An intense guilt trip, stereotypically jewish-mother in flavor, typically focused on when you are going to get married, when you are going to make me a grandchild, why you still haven't aplied to medical school yet, or how no, really, it's alright, we don't need to stop to eat, I'll just waste away here in the back of the car until I'm as thin as a rail and die. It's fine, really. Derivation: mock yiddish.