My friends sometimes call me a “Grammar Nazi,” because I correct their speech. They don’t mean to be hostile; they just don’t like someone correcting them. When I was a little girl, I had a mild speech impediment and had to visit the school’s speech therapist, to retrain my mouth. Apparently, I had a difficult time pronouncing the letter “R.” It must have been from watching too much Looney Tunes; Elmer Fudd was always after that wascally wabbit.
I also had a friend growing up that was my very own “Grammar Nazi” and she helped me stop saying “ax” instead of “ask.” I blame my dad for that grammatical error, because he has a very heavy Italian accent. I am still good friends with my personal “GN,” and harbor no ill feelings for what she did. She was simply being a good friend, that didn’t want to see me sound foolish. Katie, if you’re reading this, thanks.
Now, when I write, I usually just type along with my thoughts and make few mistakes. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I am not perfect. My spell checker works overtime when I am earnestly writing my prose, but that’s its job. When I do correct someone else, it is usually for the more egregious errors, like “who” verses “whom,” or “good” verses “well.” I should also point out that most of the people I correct are kids. For those adults that feel I have insulted them, I only correct you because I care so much about you.
The other day, my son showed me this music video, and I bobbed my head to the beat whilst smiling at the lyrics. Since I am a fan of Al Yankovic, I thought I would share it with all of you. Enjoy!