‘bout dem pitchforks and torches......
I wish I did not feel like I have to try to explain this, but I am getting the feeling that I do so here goes….
I have fun with the running routine about English majors that shows up here once in a while -- poor besmirched, put-upon Boomer. (sigh)
That English major routine that I get into is all in fun. I know that. And I hope others do, too.
But pointing at someone’s post and correcting for grammar or spelling or punctuation is not in good fun. In fact, I think it’s kind of mean. I have never done that. And I never will.
A little known fact about most English majors: Most English majors are interested mainly in how the writer
feeeeeels. Most English majors are far too busy reading between the lines to care about what's actually on the lines.
(Please do not ask me how I know this.)
Besides, I do lots of things that I am certain could drive the pure and righteous grammarians nuts. (I hope so anyway.)
It’s weird to feel like I need to try to explain this. I have been so comfortable around here, for such a long time. And, btw, I was once afraid to post, too.
Well, it’s getting close to midnight, and I have a rule for myself that I should never type after midnight. Who knows what I might write? I might even start telling that story again -- for the 4th time -- the one about my friend who used to hang out in bars telling lies to guys who hit on her -- saying she worked for the phone company -- rather than admitting that she was that pariah of all pariahs -- the dreaded English teacher.
Goodnight.
Boomer