I like words. I believe they should be treated with kindness and respect. It pains me when I see them being abused. Sometimes I even refuse to “like” a blog if I see “their” when it should be “they’re” or “its” when it should be “it’s” or “less” when it should be “fewer”.
But none of us are perfect. Sometimes my wife will say casually, “Oh, I found another spelling error on your blog,” as if that were the kind of thing you can just insert into a polite conversation without any preamble like, “Steve, sit down, I have some very bad news for you. Would you like a brandy first?”
When I find an error, I have to correct it immediately, and then give myself some lashes as punishment/deterrent:
– 50 lashes for a misplaced apostrophe.
– 10 lashes for a split infinitive.
– If I find that the error was the result of an auto-correct, then I lash my computer instead.
So, yeah, I’m a grammar Nazi. But I also know that:
- Nobody’s perfect (see previous discussion.)
- In Blogland, many people do not have English as their first language. Some may even be cursed with American as their primary means of communication.
- Just because someone makes a mistake expressing themselves, it doesn’t mean they don’t have something interesting to say. After all, if you were walking along a path and saw a sign that read, “Crocodile’s ahead,” you’d be an idiot to sneer disdainfully, “Crocodile’s what ahead?” and carry on walking.
So, I’m coming to terms with my affliction. I always strive for perfection myself, but I forgive others if they fall short. Oh, and the same with grammar too.