Confession: I am an avid reader (mostly novels) and an unabashed lover of literature. From Jane Austen to J.K. Rowling, Margaret Atwood to Sherman Alexie, from Kurt Vonnegut all the way to Suzanne Collins, I love the art of the written word. I don’t have an extensive personal library, but the books I own are like precious gems I pull out once in a while to lovingly caress and flip through while basking in the subtle scent of old paper. I get excited when I learn a word and then find uses for it in my own vocabulary over the following weeks. I relish in carefully constructed sentences so loaded with imagery they make my skin twitch.
Language is a living, breathing thing, holding as much power and beauty as the sun and should be treated with respect, which is why it pains me to witness the way it’s becoming less a form of self-expression and more a thoughtless reflex with hardly any meaning. So, I beg of you: stop using stupid, mindless euphemisms like bff, and please, spell out the word ‘okay’ instead of ignorantly jotting ‘OK,’ as if two capitalized letters are all one needs to create a word. Have some fucking self-respect and write out t-o-d-a-y without the use of the number 2. Does 2 really save that much energy and/or space, anyway? Because you’re so busy and important, you can’t be bothered to use the correct letters in a word. Or you’re so damn cute, you’ve cleverly placed a 2 where there should be to. Just so you know, it isn’t cute and, by no stretch of the word, clever. It’s moronic and careless and makes you seem every bit as charming as Lindsay Lohan.
I’m not asking for a return to Shakespeare. Just that we speak with purpose – you know, like we’ve actually thought about the words coming out of our mouths before we started speaking. Anyone with me?