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I had a whole article written out for this month’s blog. I had taken my time to write a rough draft only to be sidetracked by my own sense of urgency. Call me an elitist, grammar Nazi or whatever term the internet world has bestowed upon us lately. I am not even going to touch on the subject of dyslexia nor the topic of colloquialism. I won’t even get into the boring details of how a language is a form of orderliness in a system used by humans as a means of communication-based on speech, writing, signs, and gestures. I will also not get into how languages have evolved, nor will I get into the anthropological themes of civilizations and cultures. All the aforementioned are not my premise. I will, however, mention that the orderliness of language is its grammar and its free components being vocabulary.


Now let’s divert back to the grammar part and how it creates a structure for a language. Why has it become socially acceptable to use improper basic grammar? I say ‘basic’ for there are certain things that should come naturally to us after middle school. I am not talking about using commas in long sentences, homonym confusion, ending sentences with prepositions, or linking ideas with conjunctions. There are so many rules in grammar. This is where professional editors come in to take over the show. See? I am even getting sidetracked whilst writing this. The soliloquy of my being, to be or not to be. To pluralize with an apostrophe or not to pluralize with an apostrophe?



In a world where people’s mother tongue is English, some can’t seem to grasp the difference between your and you’re. The first is a possessive adjective and the latter is

a contraction of ‘you are’. It always helps by eliminating the contraction of the latter just to get a hang of things. For example, you want to tell someone that they aren’t the sharpest and you want to convey that via text. You don’t know whether to use your or you’re. Just ask yourself, does this person have dumb or is dumb? This person is dumb, right?

Your dumb means they have dumb

You’re dumb means you are dumb.


I have divagated yet again. My issue of the moment is apostrophes being used to pluralize everything and anything. The plural of Karen is Karens, not Karen’s. When you apostrophize Karen that way, you’re forming a possessive of the name, i.e., Karen’s dog. The plural of idiot is idiots, not idiot’s. Apostrophes are not to be used to pluralize nouns of any kind. What I would like to know is who came up with this and why is everyone emulating this behavior? Is it considered elitist to not want to see the pluralization of nouns with apostrophes? Who came up with the idea that only elitists use proper grammar? Have these people even met elitists? Or have we resolved to the fact that utilizing terminologies that exude aristocratic undertones will mask our shortcomings as a collective? A resolve to absolve, dare I ask? Look at me, I sound like those elitists that everyone’s been talking about.

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I have been away for a while because I had to focus primarily on my finals. Living vicariously through social media hadn’t been on the top of my list. After two years, I finished my CMA and EHRS studies. It did take a toll on my writing. With the pandemic, a ghost-writing project, family, and school- my writing took sort of took a back seat- in a Renault Fuego. For those unfamiliar with French cars; Fuegos were one of the biggest lemons in Renault's history. The defects were substantial like the ghost-writing project I was working on for the last two years. Another writer had quit mid-project and I was expected to pick up their slack without being compensated. I refused. Thank God for contracts and good attorneys.

I am back to working on my blog and writing part two of Twice The Demise. I erased five chapters for they were complete trash. It is amazing what kind of perspective you acquire being a couple of months away from your own work. Like an ex, you ponder and utter the famous ‘What was I thinking?’. Complete utter rubbish. You cringe and move on.


Have I also mentioned that I have somewhat become an Emotional Support Person for a few people? Do these people not realize that I am a cynical touchstone? Oh, well. As my boyfriend in my head once said, ‘Abandon hope all ye who enter here ‘. Oh, Dante! You know me so well…


And then we have the mother lode, my health, specifically my thyroid. The thyroid is a butterfly-shaped gland that sits on the lower front of your neck. Now, my thyroid thinks it’s a Queen Alexandra’s Birdwing butterfly. My neck swelled up like George Fisher- if only I could sing like him. Oh, well. All is dandy. I do not have cancer. The long needle they stuck in my neck for a biopsy confirmed it. No battle scars, just a thick neck that you can’t snap. I’ll stick to just being from Brooklyn for my street cred. Cawffee au lait, anyone?


As I sit here listening to Iron Maiden’s new album, I am slightly unamused. I may have horrible taste. I may need to listen to it a few times. Who knows? I am enjoying the rain in July in NYC. While I stare out my window looking at the mob of squirrels and pigeons fighting, I can’t help but wonder; should I go out on my fire escape and pretend I am smoking a pack of Gitanes just to fit in with them?

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