But one would think that two bloggers who get paid to sit around in their pajamas on the lower east side and get all Mean Girls on the media industry, ripping into venerable institutions like the Times when they make a mistake, would pay more attention to their own copyediting.
I'm a bit of a grammar snob, but have learned that no one makes friends by pointing out every instance of linguistic mishap. But the Denton, Inc. empire should hold itself to some pretty tight standards if they are going to point the finger at everyone else and laugh. I've mentioned this problem before, and feel it is time to do something about it.
So today I am unveiling a new feature: Gawk!, in which we will explore some of the more glaring typos, omissions, and illiteracies of one of my favorite little gossip blogs. My commenting privileges are officially on suicide watch.
Today's winning copy comes from an adorably shameless plug for fellow blogger Andy Towle:
Gay blogger Andy Towle (by which mean he runs a blog on gay topics, not that he’s a blogger who happens to like boys) today answers a question that has plagued us all at one point or another: How do you possibly get the Chelsea boys to pay attention to you? Turn out it’s easy: Ride an enormous white horse down Eighth Avenue. Duh.
Duh, indeed. If this were a one-time event, you can be sure I would have kept my mouth shut, but it's pretty much a daily occurrence at this point. Just think of me as a kind of online media watchdog. Kind of like what they're supposed to be. Keep it together, girls! Love you!
p.s. Andy is totally gay, btw, making the first mistake even more unnecessary.