Artist- Vampire Weekend
Song of the day- Oxford Comma
The thing I missed least about being a writer is rewrites. I hate them with a fiery passion of three suns and ignorantly assumed that getting into nursing I could at least avoid rewrites for the rest of my life. Of course deciding to go to grad school came with the fun surprise of research. There was also a reason I majored in fiction writing, to avoid researching and happily making up what I thought was interesting. Alas, I am both forced to currently rewrite and assume making up information would be frowned upon at this level of education. Thus as I begin the horrid process of fixing my own work I realize just how bad at grammar and word play I really am. Which brings to mind this song, which I've been humming as I write. I hate colons and apostrophes and the use of big words to sound smart and commas to break up my run on sentences. I happen to find run on sentences charming and how I talk in a rambling mumble fashion that apparently just doesn't translate to the academic page. To this I say, who really does give a fuck about an oxford comma? Not this lady. Though the song perhaps symbolizes something more I've been thinking about lately. How we can make a big deal about such ridiculous things: how much money we have, what we wear, who we've met, what we know about pop culture, and on, and on. I've been at fault for perhaps all these things and happily define or lie about them to make myself feel better. And why? who give's an f? I'd like to say not this lady, but then what makes up our identity? hmm things I'd like to ponder instead of reworking sentences so they "make sense" to "readers"....what's charming about that?
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I've seen those English dramas too, they're cruel
So if there's any other way to spell the word
It's fine with me, with me
Why would you speak to me that way?
Especially when I always said that I
Haven't got the words for you
All your diction dripping with disdain
Through the pain
I always tell the truth
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I climbed to Dharamsala too, I did
I met the highest Lama, his accent sounded fine
To me, to me
Check your handbook, it's no trick
Take the chapstick, put it on your lips
Crack a smile, adjust my tie
Know your boyfriend, unlike other guys
Why would you lie about how much coal you have?
Why would you lie about something dumb like that?
Why would you lie about anything at all?
First the window, then it's to the wall
Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth
Check your passport, it's no trick
Take the chapstick, put it on your lips
Crack a smile, adjust my tie
Know your butler, unlike other guys
Why would you lie about how much coal you have?
Why would you lie about something dumb like that?
Why would you lie about anything at all?
First the window, then it's through the wall
Why would you tape my conversations?
Show your paintings at the United Nations
Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth
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