I had this really long and well written post about how much I hate all the dumb bastards out there that can never bother themselves to write above a third grade level…
but I decided it wasn’t worth posting.
Just know that I notice these things.
Just know that they drive me mad.
Especially when it’s something ‘serious’.
In this case it was love-texts (because who who writes love letters anymore?) and tumblr descriptions that just help to condone various stereotypes.
Can I just start using “irk” as an onomatopoeia as well as a verb? I think I shall.
Irk.
