A new set of rules

I just finished reading a delightful book, Ada’s Rules by Alice Randall.  The story is of an African-American preacher’s wife who decides to reinvent herself. Not my usual style, and I thank the  Tell Me More program on NPR for bringing it to my attention. This is a genre unto itself, a diet novel, or as the subtitle says “a sexy skinny novel.”  I am typing myself a copy of said rules and embracing as many of them as I can. My favorite is “Self-medicate with art.”

Grammar police

I caught an interview on NPR the other day with two young African American men who were both the editors of their respective school newspapers. This was a first in both of these schools. I am certainly in favor of having diverse opinions in media; however, I was horrified when both of these editors made grammatical errors as the interview progressed. I corrected the first mistake out loud as I drove along. When the second man misspoke, I confess I had to yell at the radio. One hopes the grammar in their writing is better than that in their speech. Maybe I am just old and cranky, but I wouldn’t continue reading their papers for very long or give them much credibility if they couldn’t use proper grammar.