Elin Dotsya

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I signed up for a few transcription jobs and am in the process of brushing up on my grammar. Almost every blog I come across talks about proper grammar usage. Many of these blogs are written by one or two snobby grammar nazis critiquing improper writing. They must be forgetting one important rule of language. If the person you are speaking to understands what you are saying, then you are doing your job well enough, me thinks.

Who do these people think they are? It always rubs me the wrong way when grammarians act like they know the English language better than anyone else. Maybe I write a certain and informal way just to spite them? I must be doing it on a subconscious level. I normally know when I write incorrectly, but do it regardless~. You could say that I've always had a problem with authority.

Look at Terry Pratchett; one of the most well-known satirical fantasy writers. He knew the English language like I know the best money making guides for Runescape. Even so, he still loved to use sentence fragments. Quite. A lot. Actually.


Should I be as upset about this as I am? Maybe I need to take a break from reading shit online today. Gonna go listen to some music.

Anyway, leave your thoughts in comment form if you'd like.
 
They do know English better than others. Grammar is an essential part of written language.


"Let's eat Grandma"
or
"Let's eat, Grandma"

OR

"Help, criminal"
or
Help criminal"

Without proper context, wrong use of grammar can get you accused of cannibalism or accomplice to a felony. Make sense?
 
They do know English better than others. Grammar is an essential part of written language.


"Let's eat Grandma"
or
"Let's eat, Grandma"

OR

"Help, criminal"
or
Help criminal"

Without proper context, wrong use of grammar can get you accused of cannibalism or accomplice to a felony. Make sense?
Wrong. They only know as much as I do. The rest is fluff. Nice try, lad.
 
Back in college, I attended two stellar creative writing classes taught by authors Pam Duncan and Ron Rash. With wildly different writing styles, there was one hard point that they always hammered home: correct grammar is the decision of the reader. The goal is finding a common ground that works for both reader and writer. Please your audience, or you're wasting your time.

This:
I normally know when I write incorrectly, but do it regardless~. You could say that I've always had a problem with authority.

Is some of the dumbest, most childish bullshit that I've ever read from you, and you have written some dumb, childish bullshit.

Writing incorrectly on purpose does not show that you have a problem with authority. It shows that you are incapable of writing correctly sometimes, and use an edgy attitude as an excuse.
 
@Sherbert Hoover Bad move, bro. You know how this guy/girl is.

Right now, I believe he/she is writing a novel with shit arguments only to deflect from the truth. Just like he/she always does.

He/she doesn't make those threads to ask for advice but to get approval. When you challenge his/her beliefs, he will argue. You have been warned.
 
@Sherbert Hoover Bad move, bro. You know how this guy/girl is.

Right now, I believe he/she is writing a novel with shit arguments only to deflect from the truth. Just like he/she always does.

He/she doesn't make those threads to ask for advice but to get approval. When you challenge his/her beliefs, he will argue. You have been warned.

You mean how in OP's first paragraph, they state "one important rule of language", and then finish the sentence with "me thinks"?

EDIT: I see you, @Elin Dotsya [Elin Dotsya was last seen: Viewing thread Why Are So Many Grammarians Such [insert expletive/s]?, 1 minute ago]
 
@Sherbert Hoover I mean he makes a post which supposedly is about asking a question or looking for help, yet he already has a predefined conception about that thing, and when you try to give him an advice, he'll just deflect it, like "I think I know better than you."
 
They tend to be skint students who live with their parents. They realise that all their England degree got them, was lack of job opportunities. So bitter at the thought, the only thing they can use their degree for, is to troll the internet looking for grammatical errors. A fucking sad life indeed.
 
Back in college, I attended two stellar creative writing classes taught by authors Pam Duncan and Ron Rash. With wildly different writing styles, there was one hard point that they always hammered home: correct grammar is the decision of the reader. The goal is finding a common ground that works for both reader and writer. Please your audience, or you're wasting your time.

This:


Is some of the dumbest, most childish bullshit that I've ever read from you, and you have written some dumb, childish bullshit.

Writing incorrectly on purpose does not show that you have a problem with authority. It shows that you are incapable of writing correctly sometimes, and use an edgy attitude as an excuse.

Looks like I'm only here to please you, daddy. I still can't quite figure out why you always choose the "high road". Does it come naturally to you? I may be childish but at least I'm not pretentious. Well, not on purpose anyway. I'm still trying to figure out what makes you tick. Your threads tell me a lot about you, but I can't seem to relate in any way.

@Sherbert Hoover Bad move, bro. You know how this guy/girl is.

Right now, I believe he/she is writing a novel with shit arguments only to deflect from the truth. Just like he/she always does.

He/she doesn't make those threads to ask for advice but to get approval. When you challenge his/her beliefs, he will argue. You have been warned.
What truth is that? I don't come to the Lounge for advice. Maybe approval is all that I desire? Everyone argues when you challenge their beliefs. So far, no one has showed that their belief is the most factual. I mean what belief are we even talking about here, that grammarians talk more shit than I do?

Putting commas in their proper place is one thing but this is just BS:

"You should write 'all right', because 'alright' is informal." <-- I'm referring to this type of grammar nut busting.

Btw, I'm not going to write a novel because I'm pretty tired after work and will need sleep soon. I could write one tomorrow just for you, if you'd like.~

You mean how in OP's first paragraph, they state "one important rule of language", and then finish the sentence with "me thinks"?

EDIT: I see you, @Elin Dotsya [Elin Dotsya was last seen: Viewing thread Why Are So Many Grammarians Such [insert expletive/s]?, 1 minute ago]
I'm disappointed that you can't always read my sarcasm, Mr. Hoover.
 
I swear on me mum m8, I'll write you a 100 page eBook if you keep teasing me.
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at least make original copypasta - this sounds like some olive garden shit
 
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Fuck me, even I'm tempted to indent those paragraphs and correct the spelling errors. Must resist urge to become grammar nazi. Hnnnnnngggg
 
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