Wednesday, September 16, 2009

When Did I Last Write a "Pissed Off" Blog?

There are a couple of quick things that are driving me crazy right now, and I just have to get them off my chest. If you've seen me (or a picture of me), you know that there's already quite a bit on my chest and my back can't handle carrying much more on it.

First of all, Kanye West. I don't want to go on a whole tirade, because everyone is talking this story to death. As a [former] Kanye fan, I always tried to defend him because I enjoyed his rap stylings...well, at least his first two albums. I think those were before he went completely psycho. Combine the recent shitiness of his music with what he did to Taylor Swift (whom I adore) and it's safe to say that I will no longer be putting up with his shenanigans. That link has nothing to do with the shenanigans of Kanye (as one might think); it is simply a link to the definition of a shenanigan. That is my example of an acceptable shenanigan.
Mac: But our shenanigans are cheeky and fun!
Thorny: Yeah, and his shenanigans are cruel and tragic.
Foster: Which...makes them not really shenanigans at all.
Mac: Evil shenanigans!
O'Hagan: I swear to God I'm going to pistol-whip the next person who says "shenanigans".
Mac: Hey Farva, what's the name of that place you like with all the goofy
shit on the walls and the mozerella sticks?
Farva: Oh, Shenanigans?
I removed Kanye as a music interest on Facebook (and you know nothing is official until it's on Facebook). It's simply gotten to hard to defend him.
I was over at my friends' apartment (APT. 8: "The Ocho") last night and they introduced me to a delightful little article about Kanye. It's by Daniel O'Brien and it's called What if Kanye West is Retarded? Not only is it hilarious, but he makes a pretty strong argument. Kanye might need to get tested.

The other thing that's been pissing me off actually started out as multiple different sources of discontent. At one point in the not so distant past, I was getting quite angry with the number of people getting engaged. Ultimately, I accepted the fact that
everyone I know is getting married (and that's fine). Then my issue was with constantly having to hear about nothing other than weddings. OK, that's still a little bit of an issue...but I usually just start running a TV show in my head, walk away, etc. No, my issue now is the misuse of the word fiancé. Every single time I check my Facebook newsfeed, there it is; people using the word incorrectly. You see, there are 2 versions of the word: fiancé and fiancée. While they are pronounced the same, they do not carry the same meaning. If you don't believe me, click here. Fiancé is a man and fiancée is a woman--and that if the end of the fiancé/fiancée debacle. If you are currently using this word incorrectly, you have three options:
  1. Start using the appropriate versions of the word.
  2. Stop using the word.
  3. And if you refuse to comply with options 1 or 2, then don't get married. Marriage is a tricky business and you can't seem to handle simple grammar.
Am I being harsh? Yes. But I am a Grammar Nazi, and I've been silent for far too long. It's time the world became aware of this crime against language. Don't worry, if you are guilty of fiancé misuse, I [probably] still like you. I suppose there is a chance that you are not only aware of your poor grammar but you are also aware that said poor grammar irks me beyond belief. And if that is the case...well, touché.

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