Lemme tell you a little secret about me. Shhh. Come closer. Closer.
Good. Here goes:
I really, REALLY dislike it when somone decides to comment on one of my posts — for the very first time, no less — by correcting my grammar. Even if you were right — and you were — it is rude. Sometimes, I miskey or make a careless mistake, BUT, Potential New commenter Who May Like to Correct My Grammar, I’ve actually taught English and I know, oh, a thing or two. Please don’t grudgingly acknowledge you liked the post and then take it upon yourself to point — and point and point — out my idiocy.
Would you go to someone’s home for dinner, compliment the meal, but in the same breath, tell your hostess that, oh, too bad, the table isn’t set properly? Well, maybe you would. But the hostess might spit in your tiramisu before serving it to you.
Seriously, Peaches, it’s not exactly bewitching me.
And on a post where I talked about rudeness at The Beanhouse, too. We all know how I LOVE that. I love it and I ALWAYS ignore it.
So where IS my comment, you may ask, Potential New Commenter?
Oh, hm. I dunno. I may have miskeyed.
“Peaches”? I love it!
I referred to someone as ‘Slappy’ the other day.
See what you did, you little trend-setter?
If everyone would just be polite, the world would be a better place.
Peaches is a troll. I hate those grammarnazis.
I remember telling a Junior Copywriter (after a lot of arguing about how she was taking “poetic license” with her writing and who was I to correct her) this:
“You can’t break the rules if you don’t know them.” Good writers know the rules and judiciously break them. You are in that category.
And now, for fun, let’s toss a few mixed metaphors at Miss Peaches and see if her head explodes.