Today is National Grammar Day! Only a few insufferable schoolmarms such as me would revel in such a thing, but revel we do (care to chime in, litbrit?). Though my husand affectionately (I hope) refers to me as the Word Wench, I did not invent National Grammar Day. No, that credit goes to The Society for the Promotion of Good Grammar, specifically a watchful woman named Martha Brokenbrough. You can read more about the good Martha in Nathan Bierma's hilarious column.
Of course, at times like these we mustn't forget McKean's Law, developed by the ever witty and frighteningly articulate Erin McKean (full disclosure: a friend of mine), who, in her spare time, though god knows where she finds it, also runs the inspirational beauty blog, A Dress A Day.
Then again, there's always Lynne Truss, whose book of a few years ago inexplicably shot to the top of bestseller lists all over the English-speaking world.
We're a weird bunch, I know, but we mean well. It's hard to convey the excitement we feel upon discovering an etymology, observing a new linguistic phenomenon (no matter how annoying it might be), coining a neologism. And some of us will go to our graves insisting on the clarity and correctness of the serial comma! Onward, Grammar soldiers!
