I first saw the image on a flag wielded by a Black Caps supporter on the news yesterday afternoon.
I managed to hide my initial reaction – to recoil in disgust – because my flatmate chuckled at it. But I had to say something.
“That’s not a suitable flag.” I meant to show on the news, but I also meant in general.
“It’s something you pass around between your mates, but it’s not a flag,” she replied.
I agreed, because I couldn’t put into words my discomfort.
I often feel that way. I don’t speak out because I don’t have the right words.
Word Crimes. I love the general response to this song. For a long time, I’ve been that person who corrects everyone else’s spelling and grammar, both online and in person. Some of you may remember passing me notes in lectures only to have them returned with proofreading marks all over them. I would like it to be known that I never intended to be hurtful or imply stupidity when doing this (although it’s always tempting to write, “You can’t even [spell, use apostrophes, capitalise],” when dealing with people I don’t agree with online), but I realise now that sometimes people are offended and I come off as condescending and/or cruel. As someone who has always loved the sometimes seemingly arbitrary rules of the English language, it has taken me a long time to understand that some people just don’t get it, and just don’t care. Continue reading