Dear Jackass with a Leaf Blower:
I’m sure you thought you were being efficient by clearing the way for Easter sunrise service attendees.
Posted in Random, Religion (or lack thereof), tagged Bright ideas, Peeves, Rage, Travel on March 31, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Dear Jackass with a Leaf Blower:
I’m sure you thought you were being efficient by clearing the way for Easter sunrise service attendees.
Posted in Grammar, etc., tagged Apostrophes, Peeves, Punctuation, Quotation marks, Signs on March 21, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Dear Apostrophe:
You really need a vacation. You clearly are overworked. I’ve lost track of all the times you’ve had to show up unnecessarily on a sign.
Here’s an example of what I mean:
I guess the sign’s writer thought the S would be lonely without you. You and I both know that the letter can get by on its own. No need to call you in.
I wish you could assert yourself. Just say “no” to incorrect possessives. I wish I could do something to help beyond calling attention to your situation with this blog.
Take some of your friends — the quotation marks for example — and run away for a while to rest up. They need a vacation too:
I hear the Maici River in Brazil is lovely this time of year. You’d get a welcome respite among the Pirahã.
Just know I’ll only request you in an emergency. You know, one of the following situations: showing possession (“Is that Gideon’s dirty sock?”), making contractions (“No, it’s Dominic’s dirty sock.”), and indicating when a letter is deliberately left out (“Did Eddie just call me a dirty ol’ ‘ho’?”). And you never have to worry that I’ll mistake you for your doppelgänger, the single quotation mark.
Wishing you a happy vacation,
Beth
Posted in Random, tagged Beer and wine, Peeves, Travel on March 18, 2013| 2 Comments »
Dear Sean, patron of the Boston bar Brownstone:
I admire your confidence as a single man out on the town. However, I’d like to give you a couple of tips:
1. It is almost always a waste of time to approach two women who are clearly engaged in a serious discussion.
Julia and I hadn’t seen each other in a year. We had to catch up. We saw you staring at us across the counter two feet away, but we did not make eye contact with you for a reason.
2. You are asking for trouble if you try to insert yourself anyway.
I admit that it was an ingenious move to leave your drink on the other side of the counter, then reach through us to retrieve it. Yes, we had to pay attention to you. It was not the kind of attention you wanted, though.
3. Don’t put your coat on top of the coat on the chair of one of the women you want to pick up.
Julia didn’t know you. She didn’t want your nasty coat on top of hers.
4. Come up with better compliments than “I like your glasses” and “I like your curls.”
That’s it? That’s all you had?
5. Dipping is gross.
And if you ARE going to dip, don’t take the wad out of your mouth and stuff it in your pocket when one of the women makes fun of you for dipping. That’s even more disgusting.
6. If women tell you they are gay, that is a clear sign they are not into you.
They may be gay, or they may be heterosexual women claiming to be gay to get you to leave. Either way, they are clearly not an option for you.
The moment you went to get another drink, we seized our opportunity to escape. I hope you appreciate these tips (and the fact that I brought you your coat before we left).
Better luck next time!
Beth
P.S. If you bear a strong resemblance to Joran van der Sloot, so much the worse for you.
Posted in Random, tagged Kids, Parenting, Peeves, Rage on February 28, 2013| 1 Comment »
Dear WordPress:
I’m super annoyed at the fact that you decided to delete one of my posts. Here’s evidence that I actually posted something Feb. 22:
Were you trying to protect the woman I was complaining about, or did you simply make a big fat mistake?
To recap, I was irritated with the woman whose children have music lessons the same day as mine. Her child is a complete brat, but I believe he behaves that way because she allows it. A friend of mine pointed out that it could be that her son has developmental delays or learning challenges. I did consider that, and maybe he does. However, I’ve been observing his behavior and hers for more than three months now and I’m convinced that she is causing the problem or exacerbating an existing problem.
Here’s some evidence:
My point in the post was that she clearly needs help in the form of a therapist, nanny or more involved husband or partner. I wasn’t so much telling her how she needed to parent her son, just that I would like her to make sure her son is not a huge disruption in the music lesson waiting room.
Maybe it is a good thing you deleted the former post, because now I have new information to share.
The son’s behavior was out of control this week, yet she had the nerve to give us parenting advice. WTF?!?
Check this out (faces obscured to protect the guilty):
That’s the kid lying in the middle of the floor. On the right is a guy carrying a large something and he needs to get by. On the left is the mom not doing anything. Only after the guy struggled to get past did she say anything.
The mom: Can you sit up in the chair?
The kid: NO!
In fact, he moved himself more into the center of the room. Then she stepped over him and LEFT THE ROOM to talk on her cell phone!
Later, she overheard Eddie telling one of the instructors he was sorry Gideon hadn’t practiced as much as usual. She piped up with this beauty:
Here’s what I do with my children: I offer a reward every time they practice their instruments.
Seriously, Woman? You feel you are in a position to offer any parenting advice at all? Notice my child in the photo above. See how he is sitting quietly, looking on in amazement at what the your kid is doing?
Now I do have some advice for you: STFU.
As for you, WordPress, don’t you dare delete this post!
Sincerely,
Beth
Posted in Random, tagged Holidays, Peeves, Valentine's Day on February 14, 2013| 2 Comments »
Dear St. Valentine:
I understand we have you to thank for the most dreadful of all holidays. I know you didn’t mean for this to happen. You were just hanging out, performing illegal Christian marriages, curing the random blind girl, etc. Then Claudius II got his panties in a wad and killed you in 269 AD. Of course he didn’t do it himself; he had someone else carry out the three-part killing of beating, stoning and decapitation. That must have been loads of fun.
But before you died, you had to go and write that note to the formerly blind daughter of your jailer, signing it “from your Valentine.” Way to go. Now it’s a “thing.”
Yes, I know that Chaucer had a hand in creating this holiday too. Apparently, no one celebrated this day until he wrote “Parliament of Foules” around 1375. He manages to link love with St. Valentine’s feast day–an association that didn’t exist until after his poem received widespread attention.
For this was sent on Seynt Valentyne’s day
Whan every foul cometh ther to choose his mate
So why am I so grumpy? I just think it is over-commercialized crap. It is a holiday that makes so many people feel awful. Unhappily single people hate it because it is a reminder of their relationship status. Many married couples hate it because it puts pressure on each person to get the “right” gift or make the “best” plans.
It’s a waste of money.
If you love someone, shouldn’t you show it every day of the year and not one Hallmark-dictated day?
Yes, I’m a Valentine’s Day Scrooge. (I do like those yummy conversation hearts, though.)
Sorry, V. It’s not you. It’s me.
Anyway, I hope you can rest in peace with all those people looking at your skull every day.
XOXO,
Beth
Posted in Grammar, etc., tagged Media, Peeves on January 12, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Dear Local Columnist:
I’ve been reading your “column” for a little while now. I realize that our local paper is not quite The New York Times, but there are many excellent writers and columnists on staff. So, I have expectations. I keep expecting that your column will get better, more interesting, less meandering. It doesn’t.
The paper has been running your column for about three years now, I think. I know it must be tough to find something fresh to talk about on a regular basis. Believe me, I know. Sometimes I can barely maintain this blog.
You really can’t go on this way, though. Today’s column might have been the worst yet. It had no point whatsoever and smacked of deadline desperation. Plus, it was long. Way too long. It could have ended at the headline, in fact.
I want to help you. Here are a few tips:
I want you to succeed. I know you have some good ideas; it’s the execution that needs finesse. If you improve, we readers benefit.
Good luck!
Beth
Posted in Random, tagged Peeves, Rage, Requests on January 2, 2013| 6 Comments »
Dear 2013:
Welcome! I am happy to see you. Your predecessor, 2012, was a tough character in some respects.
Although I am pleased you are here, I’m a little worried about your plans for me. The first day I spent with you was not one I’d like to repeat. The day started out great in the North Georgia mountains hanging out with good friends, but ended in a roadside ditch (well, nearly).
Let’s recap:
So 2013, I really hope that this is not indicative of our next 364 days together. I’d like joy, peace, health, and more money in my savings account than I ended with last year. If you could make that happen, then I’ll forgive your behavior on Day 1.
Thanks, and I’m looking forward to spending a great year together!
Love,
Beth
Posted in Grammar, etc., Random, tagged Academics, AP Style, Peeves, Students on December 25, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Dear 16th-century Poet Who Wrote the “12 Days of Christmas”*:
I’d like to adapt your song to reference my life as a professor. I hope you don’t mind.
For space’s sake, we’ll skip to the last verse. Please sing to the tune of the standard arrangement by Frederic Austin.
On the 12th day of Christmas, my students gave to me:
12 “strongly agree”s
11 alumni notes
10 brilliant comments
9 rec. requests
8 mangled clauses
7 late-night emails
6 Twitter retweets
5 bacon links
4 lame excuses
3 “utilize”s
2 ampersands
And pride in a job well done!
(They drive me crazy, but I love them just the same.)
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Sincerely,
Beth
*No one knows for sure who wrote it.
Posted in Politics, tagged Bright ideas, Courtship, Media, Parenting, Peeves, Rage on November 29, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Dear Suzanne Venker,
I read your recent editorial, “The war on men,” on Foxnews.com (not my usual source for news or opinion, but my friend Travis knew I would appreciate your piece). Fox did not enable comments, so I have to share my thoughts here.
I have to hand it to you: You are a good writer. Persuasive, even. I can almost see readers’ heads nodding as you make the ludicrous argument that the problem with men is women.
[Women have] been raised to think of men as the enemy. Armed with this new attitude, women pushed men off their pedestal (women had their own pedestal, but feminists convinced them otherwise) and climbed up to take what they were taught to believe was rightfully theirs.
[The rise of women] has also undermined [men’s] ability to become self-sufficient in the hopes of someday supporting a family. Men want to love women, not compete with them.
Men haven’t changed much – they had no revolution that demanded it – but women have changed dramatically.

Posted in Random, tagged Bright ideas, Bureaucrats, Facebook, Peeves, Travel on November 27, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Dear Founding Fathers,
I know you won’t read this because, you know, you are dead and all, but I felt compelled to write.
And say, “Thanks.”
I don’t usually think about the Constitution, the Revolutionary War, and all that freedom jazz on a daily basis. Then I travel. And feel really freakin’ fortunate.
I’ve been roaming around the desert in 90-degree heat with everyone telling me how nice and cool it is now. Abu Dhabi is apparently Satan’s sweaty butt crack in the summer.
Maybe it is the heat that causes the crazy. Or maybe it is the money. New money. Oil money. “Look at me!” money. Shiny things sparkle. The abaya-clad ladies like crows flock to snatch them up, take them back to their concrete nests.
I want to say so much, but I have to tread carefully. There is a new law that says people can’t criticize the government. I think back to the recent U.S. election, a war fought on Facebook, and I have to laugh a little.
I see strange things — strange because of my American eyes. If I were Emirati, though, I would shrug and say, “No problem, no problem.” National Day approaches. It’s like the U.S. Fourth of July. National pride is especially strong right now, as the country celebrates 41 years. In 41 years, this gleaming city has sprung from sand — sand heated and pressed into windows and doors and walls.
Everywhere is something new. Here a new Guggenheim. There an extension of the Louvre. What’s this? A new maritime museum, also by 2030. Or so they say.
And everything has to be bigger, better, first. Tallest building? Check (Burj Khalifa in Dubai, tallest in all three areas of measurement). World’s biggest shopping mall? Check (Dubai Mall). World’s furthest-leaning man-made tower? Check (Capital Gate in Abu Dhabi).
But wait, there’s more.
The Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque (largest mosque in the U.A.E.) alone features the biggest dome in the world, houses the world’s largest hand-knotted carpet, and the biggest chandelier inside a mosque.
Ferrari World (world’s largest indoor theme park) features the world’s fastest roller coaster, the Formula Rossa (150 mph). Oh, and the largest logo (on the roof).
The Emirates Palace Hotel (second most expensive hotel ever built [uh oh, what happened there?]) houses the world’s first gold vending machine.
You get the picture.
It smacks of desperation. A new country trying to make a big name for itself. Like the last child who is always the loudest, craving all eyes, all attention, all the love.
Meanwhile, logic has gone on holiday. For example, Al Raha Mall is right across the highway (six lanes) from the place where I am staying. Look at how close it is!
But it takes 15-20 minutes, five miles and four U-turns to get there. There is a flyover exit to get to the building next door, but it is not possible to use the same exit to get to the mall.
Emiratis will hire people to build sturdy concrete walls surrounding construction sites (it’s mandatory to hide them), and then tear down one part of the wall when they decide where the driveway or road needs to go.
The U.A.E. is full of great ideas — flashy, PR opportunities. But built on a foundation of shifting sand. It makes me proud of a similar entrepreneurial spirit — America’s foundation — but the difference is follow-through. And a full plan to start. Here, “no problem, no problem” often is a big problem.
It’s a nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live here.
And I feel so fortunate to live in a place where I can talk some smack.
So thanks.
Stars and stripes forevah,
Beth