Word Crimes

This song speaks to me on a lot of levels. Given half a chance, I’ll be as pedantic with grammar as the next annoying twat, mostly if someone’s trying to give me a sideways slap via social media. However, most of the time when I’m writing my own Blog? I’m really not that bothered. There, I said it. There are some notable exceptions: anything fiction gets the full 100% full on grammatically correct treatment, because STORIES ARE IMPORTANT, DUDE. Same goes for the stuff I get paid for, or that turns up on other people’s sites. However, if I’m writing my own Blog (which I make zero pounds and zero pence for) I really don’t give a fuck. That’s about reaction and passion, and long may this continue, grammar issues and all.

That’s why the World has editors, after all.

Today, I finally let go of the last person who’s been holding me back from truly being free in my creative spaces. I took inspiration from a friend who’s done much the same, and told it how it was. These parts of the Internet are mine to control as I see fit. Everywhere else I’m subject to the rules of others, but here that’s not the case. I don’t give a flying fuck how aggrieved people might be at this: while I’m capable of making the stand, I will, and what happens here begins and ends with my choices and NOBODY ELSE’S. If you don’t like it, tough. Most importantly of all, please don’t be deluded and mistake this as some notion of censorship.

Some people I just don’t want here. Not because I disagree with them, but because they are controlling, unpleasant and manipulative shits.

Now that’s up in print, we can move on.