Sunday, April 17, 2011

Correct me if I'm wrong...

A couple of weeks ago, someone introduced me to this site, and I laughed so hard I cried. If you’re as awesome as anything like me, you too (not to or two) will have your eyes assaulted on a daily basis by constant misspellings and lazy textese (yes, I just made up that word). Homonyms seem to be the most difficult, despite the fact that any normal education system should have covered them by grade 7. I come home in the evenings looking for relaxation and downtime. Instead, I generally spend anywhere from 5-20 minutes ranting to my husband about the mistakes I see on facebook. You can imagine how much he enjoys this.

Yes, facebook. Herein lies the problem. Unlike some people, I don’t have 400 ‘friends’. I actually know every one (not everyone) of my cyber-acquaintances in real life, and when I see them make simple mistakes I want nothing more than to stab something repeatedly correct them. Except that I can’t.

As well as having an eagle eye for spotting simple grammatical errors, I also have an overwhelming compulsion to be polite. This means I think it rude to correct grown men and women. The Queen wouldn’t correct them, and it’s her English, so I probably shouldn’t either. Then again, I wouldn’t hesitate to correct a small child, so why is it so different with an adult?

To be honest, I do sometimes correct my friends. Friends with a similar educational background and a sense of humour. Friends who wouldn’t hesitate to correct me if I used the wrong ‘your’. Friends who, reading this, have noticed that the last couple of sentences are incomplete. But when it comes to an adult with minimal education (i.e. no post-secondary), I just can’t do it. It seems rude and snobbish.

But is it really all that rude? Or is it even less polite NOT to correct them? Like not telling a friend they have spinach in their teeth, or that maybe they need a tic tac. I am so torn, people! One thing's for sure, I'm going to have to start blocking the offenders from my wall lest my husband commits me for being a raving lunatic. So what do you do in situations like these? Bite your tongue/typing fingers? Or do you give freely of your knowledge so that others may benefit from your wisdom? Until someone can convince me otherwise, I figure it's best to err on the side of la politesse. Correct me if I'm wrong... no, seriously. Correct me if I'm wrong.

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