Is there any cure for language purists of my ilk? Will I/we ever be able to relax, irrespective of the knowledge that somewhere in the world public signs with misspellings abound?
Being a newly dubbed strait-laced language cop, I get it back twice as hard as I give. I parade around commenting on other people’s typos, but when something I write, and by extension, something that appears in the Optic, has a glaring error, we catch it (the scorn, not the error).
How does it feel, Art?
A couple of examples:
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