As an English major, I can honestly say that I give far too many fucks about grammar. The fastest way to screw up my day is to suddenly confront me with a misused "your," a misplaced apostrophe or, god forbid, a fucking comma splice. As that last sentence demonstrates, however, I do not give a single… Continue reading Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
It will probably not surprise anyone who reads this blog to learn that I am something of a grammar-phile. I have a small collection of dictionaries and grammar textbooks, and I like to read them for fun. Once, I read a biography of a grammar textbook (Stylized: a Slightly Obsessive History of Strunk & White's… Continue reading Descriptive vs. Prescriptive Grammar