Spiffing y'all up, one typo at a time
Hey, y’all! If you’re reading this blog post, it’s likely because:
1. You’re related to me
2. You work with me and want to see if I’m making subtle references to you and/or any of our coworkers (Hi, GSO!)
3. You share my sick and demented obsession with all things linguistic
If you’re in category No. 3, we’re probably also alike in another way.
As a child, I made an art form of being a teacher’s pet. My 5th-grade teacher told my mama that he loved having me in his class, but he was going to nail my feet to the floor because I was wearing out a path between my desk and his. I liked to chat with him; I finished my work quickly and wanted to catch up, ask about his wife and daughters, and the like.
Now let’s be clear: I wasn’t a weirdo who got stuffed in lockers and shunned. I had lots of friends, and I was a cheerleader and a drill team officer. But I was also the girl whom teachers asked to quit raising her hand to give other folks a chance. And some things never change.
At a recent chorus rehearsal, a certain term came up and our director asked if it’s hyphenated or not. Of the 100 or so folks in the room, I am the person she asked. I’d like to think it’s because I have a reputation for good spelling and punctuation. I AM The Grammar Belle, after all. But it could also have something (a lot) to do with the fact that I am a bit (a lot) of what she was referring to. The term? Brownnoser.
So, once and for all, I’m here to clear it up. No hyphen. One word.
Verb: To brownnose
What makes me tend toward sucking up? Perhaps it’s because I’m the only child of a very attentive mother. Or is it just the way the good Lord made me? There’s really no way to tell. I simply am who I am and that’s all that I am.
Glad y’all like me anyway.