From Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and
the endless comment sections, to the emails, store signs, and scribbled notes
we scrawl every day, our language is complex and carries some really confusing
rules –
I before E, except after C and then
there are words that don’t follow this golden rule like neighbor.
I rest my case. I see why we’re
streamlining the language; we have too many passwords to remember and can’t
focus on all these rules.
Beyond everything our teachers tried to
drill into our heads, another far more sinister menace gnaws at our
language. Text speak or even worse, people who don’t care about words. I know, I
don’t get it either but yes there are people who don’t care if it’s an adverb, adjective, noun, or even if it's a real
word.
But they’re words!
Writers and especially editors cringe
worse than nails on chalk board when their eyes are assaulted by incorrect
grammar. We see them everywhere and now Weird Al Yankovic, master of
the parody song, has given writers a gift – Word Crimes a parody of the Robin
Thicke track Blurred Lines.
A quick thank you to Al for this song,
not only has it brought a spot of joy to my week and an anthem for the future –
but as a long time fan, I dig it!
Kudos to Al for the line in Tacky too –
“My resume is printed in comic sans.”
Al must be a writer.
Had to share.
Brad R.
Cook, author, publisher at Blank Slate Press, and President of St. Louis
Writers Guild. Please visit www.bradrcook.com or www.blankslatepress.com for
more information. Hear more on the Write Pack Radio www.blogtalkradio.com/writepackradio. Follow
me on Twitter @bradrcook https://twitter.com/bradrcook, @blankslatepress
https://twitter.com/blankslatepress,
@stlwritersguild https://twitter.com/stlwritersguild, or my
tumblr page Thoughts from Midnight http://bradrcook.tumblr.com/
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