stop uploading/taking pictures of themselves with fake mustaches?  It was charming and illustrative, clearly, of that irony thing you're going for, but seeing it on the profile of every trendy/indie chick on OKC is making it kind of boring.  Can we find something new to be ironic about?  

a cliche - and even acknowledge it in the caption of the photo - then why do they continue to post them?

Aside from phrases such as, “I don’t know what to put in these things/You can’t summarize a person in a single paragraph,” the most common message that I read in people’s profiles on Okay Cupid is something along the lines of, “If you can’t type/speak/conjugate/hyphenate/etc correctly, then do not message me.”  I find this to be very troubling.

In linguistic surveys, people from across the country (the United States, anyway) typically identify people from the Midwest as speaking the most “correct” form of English.  Specifically, those people from Michigan.  I imagine that folks from the southwest, the UK, and other parts of the English-speaking world (sorry guys, that wasn’t my fault) would disagree with this.  And hey, I’m from Michigan and pretty much disagree with this.  Just the same, the perceptions of people determine what is correct and what is not.

That last sentence was important; what I mean by that is that degrees of ‘correctness’ change from region to region, and only due to mass-communication and quick-traveling methods can people as widely dispersed as those in the United States even have a conception, on a gigantically national basis, of what ‘correct’ on this level is.  Just the same - as bizarre as it seems to me at times - we do.  It is known as the King’s English.

The King’s English changes from region to region.  It’s different in the UK, in Michigan (where I am from), in South Africa, in China.  Note that ‘King’s English’ does not necessarily mean English itself, but rather the form of whatever predominant language of a region is that is spoken by the power base.  The actual form of that power base does not matter; in America, that base is generally that of the government and the voice of media on a national scale.  Generally, this refers to a specific dialect of a language rather than a specific language.

When people write or say things like, “I cannot tolerate people that cannot distinguish between ‘you are/you’re/your’ or refuse to use them correctly,” what they are really saying is that they are not willing to engage in discourse with people that refuse, for whatever reason, to conform with the language structures of the predominant power base.  Ironically, I see this often in the profiles of people that claim they are unique, anti-conformist, original in every way possible, and entirely themselves - and damn  what ‘the man’ tells them to do.

Often accompanying this is a bit of explanation; generally, these accuse people that fail to capitalize every proper noun and conjugate flawlessly as being lazy or stupid.  In real-life, this is tantamount to racism; Ebonics, as a dialect, is every bit as complicated and nuanced as any of those found in the English language, and follows a similar structure of rules.  This is why, although an individual removed from an Ebonics-speaking community may have tremendous difficulty understanding Ebonics, individuals from those communities have no trouble whatsoever understanding each other.  

So why is that someone choosing to write in a more Internet-friendly fashion is immediately thought of as stupid, lazy, or unworthy?  Although whether or not Internet-speak/leetspeak/etc is a dialect or not is difficult to determine and is a question for another essay, I believe it to still be important to consider.  What’s to say that a person that uses “your” to replace “you are” (instead of “you’re,” for those of you keeping track at home) isn’t actually following a system of their or their communities’ own choosing that is every bit as rule-based as your flawless English?

This sort of discounts those individuals that genuinely do not know how to conjugate a verb and lumps them into the “more intelligent than you might like to think” category automatically, and that isn’t fair.  It also is not what I am setting out to do.  Just the same, I fail to see that people that are incapable, for whatever reason, of writing ‘correctly’ are inherently stupid.  Is the failing of a school system the fault of the individual that had no choice but to attend?  Is it somehow their fault that the raw lack of emphasis on grammar after middle school allowed them to slip through the cracks of high school without ever mastering the more nuanced bits of the language?  

I don’t really think so.  Sure, I prefer to read words written by people that can effectively produce King’s English; it’s easier on the eyes, mind and heart, but simply because they cannot doesn’t mean that they don’t have something valid to contribute to mine or your life, or that they couldn’t have a profound influence on us in some other way.  John Milton, the guy that wrote Paradise Lost, dictated the entire thing to his daughters; someone that types five words per minute, has no understanding of conjugation or sentence structure, and couldn’t spell ‘cat’ with a dictionary could compose something on their own more effectively than Milton could.

And yet we revere Milton as a visionary.  

Were he physically capable of composing the work on his own, could he have spelt everything correctly and kept the pacing/phrasing/grammatical structures found within the text the same?  I don’t know.  Is it important?  Not in the least - because we have Paradise Lost and, honestly, that’s all that matters.

I guess that what I’m getting at is that the next time you receive a message or an IM or something from someone that writes, “Hey whats up” and fails to conjugate what+is correctly, don’t ignore them.  Don’t discount them.  Consider, at least, giving them a chance.  Maybe they are stupid.  Maybe they really are profoundly lazy.  But hey - maybe just maybe, they’re a Ph.D candidate in particle physics that decided to dedicate more time understanding how existence functions as a whole rather than mastering the intricacies of composition.

 

Having company is awesome. People coming over to my apartment makes me feel liked, loved, and my company respected. However ..
Please stop showing up without calling first. Please don't assume that because I'm smoking on my porch and you see me as you drive by that it's okay to stop and invite yourself inside.

It isn't. I'm at home with only my room mate because I want to be. Maybe we wanted to watch Star Trek 3: The Search for Spock in quiet, without the trappings of company. Maybe it's fucking one in the morning and we're tired, and socializing drains us.

If you're not sure that your presence is wanted, then don't bother. It probably isn't. When in doubt, though, feel free to call - being warned ahead of time makes all of the difference in the world.

Just don't assume that if I don't answer I was too busy to answer and still want you to come over.

It means I don't.

Bettie Page wasn't all that great when she was young. Please stop looking like her. It's very boring.

So tomorrow is to be Christmas, that pinnacle of capitalist holidays. I'm super-excited.

Although I'm only posting to this because OKC says it will like me more, I'm doing it enough for, I guess, personal reasons. I don't generally like most holidays, and I don't really mind being single - but I hate combining the two. Hanging out with my two cousins and my younger brother, all of whom are young, silly and madly in love with the person that they will bring, is almost torturous. That's too bad, really, as I like all six of them. I just get this weird feeling like I'm not bringing as much to the conversation/group relationship. That's what Thanksgiving was like, anyway.

I genuinely dislike receiving gifts. The exception to this are the occasional surprises by friends, and most anything handmade - I just hate that feeling of forced gratitude that it comes with. Even when the gift happens to be something I'll use and/or enjoy.

Jesus, what a typical entry for this sort of thing. Exactly why I don't use the OKC journal - but on this holiday season, I'm concerned with making it like me. Everybody has to live for something, right?