You know those commercials, where there is a bouncy tune like the "Powerhouse" theme blaring over scenes of people buying, buying, buying, effortlessly in an orgy of consumerism, a ballet of capitalism? And they're all using their Visa cards? And then some shlub tries to pay with cash, and everything comes to a screeching halt - the music stops, everyone stares, until the uncool shlub leaves and the enthusiastic party starts up again?
I really, really, hate those commercials.
That is all. More later,
No one says “full point.” Full stop.
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First, let’s go back to 2014 or thereabouts, when I first bought my copy of
the New Oxford Style Manual. I’d taken on a couple of English clients, and
I wa...
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