This is Marianne’s pal Dena, filling in once more whilst
Marianne lays low and recovers from the miserable stomach bug that has sapped
her of all will to blogge. That was I last night as well, of course, and yes, I
totally just checked to see whether “I” or “me” was the correct pronoun to use
at the beginning of this sentence. That’s because I care, goddamnit.
Having dispensed with the niceties, I shall now commence to
be cranky. Those who know me well are well aware that I have a long list of pet
peeves. It’s a tough balance to strike, because I don’t want to be a party
pooper, but I happen to believe that some things matter. In the words of the
venerable Judge Judy, don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining. And don’t write “you’re” when you mean to
write “your,” because I just might pop a gasket. You don’t want that on you’re
conscience, do you? The list below is entirely subjective in that some of these
errors may not necessarily be all that common or that important, but they
simply irk me, Dena. Hence, I kvetch.
- “Uninterested” Versus “Disinterested”: I am launching my
list of complaints with this one specifically because it is a perfect example
of a common error that is now considered marginally accepted usage simply
because “everyone does it.” The fact is that “disinterested” means “unbiased”
and “uninterested” means what most people think “disinterested” means, but when
I see “real” writers like Luis Alberto Urrea making that mistake (Into the
Beautiful North, page 192), I think perhaps I should work on finding the
strength to let this one go. Grammar Girl and a few other sticklers of my
cranky ilk have begged to differ, though, so for now I shall keep fighting the
good fight.
- “You’re” Versus “Your”: I’m not going to spend an undue amount of time on this one, because it’s really very simple. One of these two words is a contraction, meaning it combines two words to make one. That’s what the apostrophe is there for, stupid (See what I did there?). I would love to say your never going to win the Pulitzer Prize for journalism if you don’t learn to distinguish between these two words properly, but the way things have been going downhill lately, you’re teachers will be grateful if you don’t write “ur.” Durrrrrr.
- Opening a Can of Whoopass Versus Whupping Ass: The
distinction between these two spellings is entirely contentious and I have no
rational support for my opinion. We were whupping asses many years before the first
can of whoopass was opened, so it would seem “a can of “whupass” should be
correct. Yet in this case my heart argues against all logic and reason to
insist that if it occupies a can, then it must be whoopass.
- “Loose” Versus “Lose”: Oh Christ on a crutch, do I really
have to explain the difference between these two words? Because, if I do, I may
loose my mind. This is one of those mistakes that often happen because people
simply are not paying close attention to what they are writing. They think it really doesn’t matter whether
they use the “correct” word or not, because it’s all good, man. Well, it’s NOT
all good, so wake up and smell the coffee before I get any more steamed than I
am.
- Forgetting Words: We all leave out the occasional word now
and then, even expert communicators such as your humble scribe. But lately I
seem to be finding missed words everywhere, particularly when the word in
question is “not.” I’m not sure what type of psychological ambivalence you all
are struggling with these days, but sometimes one word can make all the
difference. If you write “I am going to put on a suit of Limburger cheese and
parade up and down the town square,” I will take you at your word and show up
with a camera and some crackers before I presume to believe you forgot a word
so essential to your meaning as that “not.” So just try harder, and I will too. Or else.
- “Then” Versus “Than”: The distinction between these two
words used to be simple, but lately I have seen more cases then I can count in
which “than” is not allowed to do its proper job. The simplest way to keep
track of which word you should use is that if you are making a comparison of
any kind, you should use the word that is better than the other one. If you can’t remember which that is, well,
then, I just give up.
- “Phase” Versus “Faze”: I think people tend to use “phase”
for both meanings simply because they have seen that word many times and just
assume the homonym is spelled the same way. Wrong, slackers. I don’t care if
you have never seen the word “faze” in your life, just get it right. I don’t
even know you, so why do you want to hurt me so?
- Possessives Versus Plurals: In general, possessives need
apostrophes. Plurals do not, which is why you don’t write things like, “I have
twelve goat’s.” If you have trouble remembering this one, just picture the
possessives grabbing all the apostrophes. The plurals don’t need the
apostrophes, because the twelve goats have already formed a collective. And no,
I don’t care at all if that made any sense.
- “You’ve Got Another Thing Coming” Versus “You’ve Got
Another Think Coming”: I grew up understanding proper usage of the latter was
to pair one “think” with another, as in, “If you think you are going to spend
all the money I gave you to buy Christmas gifts for your grandparents on T. Rex
albums, you’ve got another think coming.” Never in a bazillion years did it
ever occur to me that anyone would substitute “thing,” in that context, not
even Judas Priest. Oh lord, why must we live in a world bankrupt of all
meaning?
- “Concerning” Versus “Disturbing,” “Troublesome,”
“Distressing,” or Any Number of More Appropriate Choices: I mostly listed these
in no particular order, but I saved this one for last because it represents
pure evil and is swiftly becoming an epidemic. So enormously does this
egregious and extremely lazy misuse of our language disturb me that I recently
stopped reading a Vice article online
when the first paragraph described the story as “convoluted and concerning.” My
thought concerning this degree of sloppy, lazy word use is that I can probably
forgive it in casual written conversation, but that I expect someone who
presumably has a degree in either English or Journalism to have at least as
decent command of these distinctions as I do (I have neither).
I feel much better having gotten these things off my chest,
and perhaps your listening may even have spared my spouse a rant or two. I know
I’m not beyond reproach, which is why I am constantly editing myself and
agonizing over word choice. I may even care too much about the niceties of
written expression, so perhaps it helps to balance things out that some people
seem to care so little. Perhaps we are all fated to slide down the slippery
slopes of verbal debauchery regardless of my efforts, but if you think I’m
going to succumb to sheer senselessness without a fight, you’ve got another
think coming. Bitch.