Perhaps this is what drove you away from reading porn too.
A scene is building, and you are with it, heading towards
And then: “No, no, no, no
And the moment is ruined.
So... you understand?
I’m glad I’m not the only person upset by bad comma usage; I had never really thought that was the case but
Frankly, I’m more-
I said it.
That’s it: I am out of the closet!
I don’t really know yet.
Because I am now free to do what exactly?
I’m pretty sure that I still don’t get to correct friends over dinner or drinks
Man do people unleash when you do a little pointing at this-
Which, I just think it needs to be said: if (when!) people let fly with other kinds of prejudice when they’re under the influence
It’s not an excuse.
“I only get angry and misogynistic when I’ve had a beer or two. Not really who I am.”
They hold it in when they’re more or less sober?
It just means that they’re good at hiding their Grammaphobia as long as they have a tighter rein on their faculties.
But it’s still in there.
It’s still in there.
And is it my fault that they had their feelings hurt in elementary school?
My fault that they did badly on the verbal section of the SATs?
My fault that their boss sends their emails back corrected?
I don’t think so.
And this is
Never mind the real critics and haters: friends!
Because when I’m lucky, they treat it like it’s my problem, like it’s something they’re willing to put up with. Like if I said to a friend who was a member of pick-
That would be OK?
The comma. Is in. The wrong. Place.
It’s right there on the menu
There’s no discussing this.
Who am I supposed to tell this to?
The waiter brought the menu; I’m talking to the waiter about the menu. Surely, he has a line back up the chain to whatever
And this is not just some petty obsessive issue.
It’s everyone’s problem
How are we supposed to rely on the quality of the food here
I am telling you. That we could be. Poisoned.
I am telling you. That I just. Do. Not. Believe. That there is an appropriate level of handwashing going on in this establishment.
Read the sign.
No, no, no!
Read the sign in the “Mens” room.
Where. Is. The. Apostrophe?
Oh, I see.
Now you have nothing to say.