If there is any Twitter exchange IN THE WORLD more suited for rebooting Red Pen Brigade, I don’t know what it could possibly be.
Votes, people: are we laughing or crying?
If there is any Twitter exchange IN THE WORLD more suited for rebooting Red Pen Brigade, I don’t know what it could possibly be.
Votes, people: are we laughing or crying?
Reporter #1 finds the most interesting… can we even call them errors? Maybe? I mean, this seems likely to be incorrect, no matter how you spin it. But I suppose there is an explanation out there in the world that would make it acceptable. I’d just like to know the story!
Jake says,
I guess a company with such a liberal application of the letter “x” has to be given some leeway.
But Jake is wrong. Some errors you just can’t forgive. Or unsee. You’re on my list, T.J. Maxx.
…even if they’d correctly used an apostrophe! Just because it’s awesome! Thanks, Lisa R.
Reporter #1 is finding kindred spirits for RPB recruitment.
I expect better of the apostrophe-friendly Wegmans!
…or else typo.
I was actually thinking there’s a third option, and this could be a cutesy attempt by Lands’ End to brand their particular pants, since the company itself has an unusual (at least when it’s correct) apostrophe in its name. But you see that the second instance doesn’t have the apostrophe. So we’re back to Reporter #1’s guess:
I never knew pants could have a sale…
I just want rules, man. I don’t care so much what the rules are; I just want them to exist and command respect.
Dave Barry once postulated that apostrophes were designed to alert us all to the fact that an “s” was coming up. I’m fine with that. Let’s do it. Let’s ju’st all do it con’si’stently.
Thank’s, GT’S#1!
Kacia sent this in, apparently as a plea for rescue. She captioned this “early morning breakfast with my dad.” It’s a little photographic PTSD capsule reminding me of the years of my life in which piles of snow like that lay in between me and things to eat. And why are you having “breakfast” in the middle of the darkest part of night? Move south, y’all; it’s sunny down here!
Ahem.
Anyway. Yes. This is awful.
I was going to joke that they could save themselves by presenting a mascot-figure in a snazzy suit and name him “Gentleman Fashion.” But then I noticed the misspelling.
I hope it didn’t put you off your grits and co-cola, Kacia. What? You don’t eat grits and co-cola for breakfast up where the snowdrifts are eyebrow-deep?
Ben submits this recent Republican talking-points memo for your enjoyment.
I love that Ben made it all the way to the last paragraph before he found the thing that really made him mad: the apostrophe abuse.
I’d also like to say some stuff about correlation not equaling causation, especially in something as time-delayed and complex as unemployment rates, but… I don’t want to harsh my Wednesday mellow.
Thanks, Ben!