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The art of compromise

Sometimes I can’t bear to listen to the radio because of all the wrong crap people say. And I’m talking about the hosts, not the callers. It’s also why I can’t read menus, as apparently a lot of restaurants aren’t open Monday’s but from Tuesday’s to Sunday’s. They are possessive apostrophes people, not word decorations.

It’s not longetivity, okay? It’s longevity. And you really do pronounce it mid-whiffery when you say the word midwifery. I promise. While we’re at it, they are The Real Housewives with a soft not hard ‘s’ in house. Are you with me? And there is no such word as rooves, the plural of roof is roofs.

I’ve already talked about SUPPOSABLY. I can’t go there again. And now FIRSTABLE has become a thing. They mean first of all.

One of the dumbest things I heard was on cable TV some years ago. It was on an entertainment spot, you know the kind they run over and over between shows until you just want to scream? A ‘reporter’ was doing a piece on Hugh Grant. With a huge mindless grin on her face she said like it was the best joke in the world, ‘Hugh Grant has been caught in another uncompromising position’.

Um, the term is ‘compromising position’. It basically means that you have been busted. Which Mr Grant famously was with Divine Brown all those years ago. But this segment wasn’t about anything like that, it was to do with a film or something. They were trying to be funny by relating back to that long ago incident. They failed.

I’ll leave you with this last piece of advice: IRREGARDLESS is not a word. You don’t go around saying RESPONSIBLELESS do you?

Welcome to my world.

Welcome to my world.


Big sisters, who needs ’em?

In my quest to make the world a less error-ridden place, linguistically speaking (pun intended), I am routinely opposed by my eldest sister.

She says things to me like, ‘Don’t correct people when they are speaking it is so annoying’. Only she often uses much less printable language.

For years I ignored her, and corrected as I saw fit. ‘I think you actually meant to say you are WARY of dogs. If you were WEARY of them they’d be making you tired.’ And, ‘I think you have it on your CONSCIENCE not your CONSCIOUS’. That sort of thing.

One day, big sis had been at me so much that I was uncharacteristically, albeit only temporarily, taking a break from correcting people.

So that’s how I found myself standing frozen in the bottle shop with one leg raised and an arm outstretched to step towards a woman and tell her, probably while shaking her by the shoulders, that if you’re going to butcher a spoken language at least make sure it’s your own.

Woman in bottle shop to her friend who was attempting to suggest which wine to buy, ‘Oh, so you think you’re an AFISHONDO now’.

I’ve always regretted not setting her right. Because this sort of things spreads from person to person and generation to generation. In 10 years Sydney-siders everywhere will not know that the word is actually AFICIONADO.

Think I’m exaggerating? Think again. On an episode of Friends one of the girls has to tell Joey that  SUPPOSABLY is not a word. Which it isn’t because it is SUPPOSEDLY.

Still think I’m panicking, and that was just a character making a funny word crime on a sitcom? How about this, I am almost 100% certain that one day when I was innocently watching the Bold and the Beautiful I heard Dr Taylor Hayes nee Hamilton and sometimes called Forrester, who is a psychiatrist of some repute and an articulate individual, use SUPPOSABLY in a sentence. The actress fumbling her line? A dumbass in the scriptwriting room? We don’t know but either way it is a crime and must be stopped.

Taylor Hayes, perpetrator of the word crime 'supposably'. Even doctors mispronounce stuff.

Taylor Hayes, alleged perpetrator of the word crime ‘supposably’. Yes, even doctors do it.

And here’s a little message to my dear sister, a librarian in a school and follower of this blog:

For the last time the word is CLICHED. There is no such word as CLICHEISH! And if you don’t stop using it I am going to post a pic up here of you in your 80s Madonna-lookalike glory days and send the link to the computer in the staffroom. Or teacher’s lounge for our American followers.

Am I fighting dirty? Hell yes, the War On Error must be won at all costs.