Speak of the devil ...
... and he will surely cut ahead of you in the express line with over 12 items in his satanic buggy. No, really. The reason we bring up stuff like the annual parade of hed cliches -- "Going Bowling," for example, having been mentioned by name yesterday -- is so you can stand firm against temptation when the Evil One whispers in your shell-pink ear. Not so you jump up and down and sell your soul at the first chance you get. See the difference?There aren't too many ways to make a "Going Bowling" hed worse, but The State has found two of The Damn Things. That'd be the utterly pointless instances of G-droppin' on either side of the alleged gridster shown above. If anyone has any explanation for any possible good to be found in that annoying orthographic trick, please provide it now. The rest of us find it silly and devoutly wish you'd stop.
posted by fev at 9:45 AM
2 Comments:
The G-dropping thing has always bugged me. It reinforces the idea that Southerners - even those who can read - are a bunch of hicks drinking corn liquor out of a jug with three Xs on it.
On the other hand, I always thought the motto of the Oxford American should have been "The Journal of Good Writin'." At least in the days before it became a pale imitation of The New Yorker.
The really worst thing about that hed? I read it as "Clemson Gator Goin' Bowlin'" and was all "Clemson has a gator? Clemson changed their nickname? What the heck?"
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