An excellent description of life in my house growing up, by Garrison Keillor of Salon magazine:
A college graduate just sent me an e-mail asking about a band that
"one" a contest, wishing she had been "their" to see it. Misspelling
drives me nuts. You young people learned spelling by the Close Enough
method. As long as we know what you mean, you think it’s OK. And nobody
corrects you. And you go along on your merry way, and the dark clouds
of Error build up in the rain forest and the ground shakes.
People accuse us liberals
of permissiveness — no no no no no. We liberals are oppressive, not
permissive, working day and night to take your guns away and make you
apply for a permit every time you spit. In my heart, I belong to the
Correctness Party, the party of good spellers, of people who pay
attention to details. The Current Occupant
is not one of us. He is not a man who puts pen to paper with any
confidence. Intellectually he has been a charity case all his life. He
is one of those men who are lucky that their fathers were born before
they were.
Read the whole article here.