Friday, November 18, 2005
The decay of the English language
I have to get on my soapbox and vent about a major pet peeve. Nothing irks me more than intelligent people, as well as fricking advertisers, using horribly bad English.
Seen on a Healthy Choice coupon... "Are you craving for something good?" According to the King's English, one doesn't "crave for" anything. One may crave or one may have a craving. ARGH. The stupidity of it makes me writhe.
Heard from many a professional.... "So, I'll meet you on tomorrow." You can meet me tomorrow or you can meet me on Friday but you can't meet me ON tomorrow.
Or how about these train wrecks.... "What needs done?" "This room needs vaccuumed." Uh.... did the infinitive "to be" cease to exist, unbeknownst to me???? I've lost count of how many times I've heard otherwise well spoken people use these uncharming little bastardizations.
I certainly don't claim to be all that smart. But the one thing that I have consistently maintained in my life is a proper command of the goddamn English language. It makes me ill to think that children, such as my young impressionable Connorboy, are hearing these egregious attacks of syntax and are assuming them to be the correct way of speaking and writing.
God, I'm craving for some Excedrin. On today. Because my headache needs medicated.
Seen on a Healthy Choice coupon... "Are you craving for something good?" According to the King's English, one doesn't "crave for" anything. One may crave or one may have a craving. ARGH. The stupidity of it makes me writhe.
Heard from many a professional.... "So, I'll meet you on tomorrow." You can meet me tomorrow or you can meet me on Friday but you can't meet me ON tomorrow.
Or how about these train wrecks.... "What needs done?" "This room needs vaccuumed." Uh.... did the infinitive "to be" cease to exist, unbeknownst to me???? I've lost count of how many times I've heard otherwise well spoken people use these uncharming little bastardizations.
I certainly don't claim to be all that smart. But the one thing that I have consistently maintained in my life is a proper command of the goddamn English language. It makes me ill to think that children, such as my young impressionable Connorboy, are hearing these egregious attacks of syntax and are assuming them to be the correct way of speaking and writing.
God, I'm craving for some Excedrin. On today. Because my headache needs medicated.
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