I Feel Seen

Finding your people in poorly constructed sentences

This is an entry in the Saturday series of Timeless & Timely called “Off the Clock.” A newsletter for word nerds.

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“Grammar, n. A system of pitfalls thoughtfully prepared for the feet for the self-made man, along the path by which he advances to distinction.” — Ambrose Bierce, 1906

We’ve been talking about awareness, attentiveness, and vigilance in the main newsletter.

As a grammarian, I feel like I’m always on duty.

Eternal vigilance is the price of good grammar, after all.

Punctuation, spelling, tense, parts of speech, context, syntax, sentence structure, etc. To me, it all matters.

And at times, it feels like I’m alone. Or as if I’m a shunned pedant if I point out any inaccuracies online.

Daniel and I would get along well

Only when I alight upon a fellow grammarian do I feel as if I’ve found my people—people who understand the eye twitch and irresistible need to pull out the red pen.

I can’t be sure of this, but perhaps my appreciation for grammar came from my love of Bugs Bunny cartoons as a child. I remember this exchange between Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck, as they feuded over the target of Elmer Fudd’s hunting in “Rabbit Seasoning.”

Bugs: “You keep out of this. He doesn’t have to shoot you now.”

Daffy: “Ha! That’s it! Hold it right there! Pronoun trouble. It’s not 'he doesn’t have to shoot you now.' It’s ‘he doesn’t have to shoot me now.’ WELL I SAY HE DOES HAVE TO SHOOT ME NOW! SO SHOOT ME NOW!!”

Throw in some Schoolhouse Rock and you’ve got the early stylings of someone who cared about the proper use of the English language—maybe a little too much.

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If you are enjoying this edition of “Off the Clock,” this is bonus content I write every other Saturday—thoughts that fall somewhere between Timeless & Timely, often about language, literature, or that are just plain fun.

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So it should be little surprise then, that when I saw the following on Twitter, I felt as if I had found my fellow Saturday morning tribe: