On RedRoom.com today, Chris Rodell has had it!!!
The exclamation point, punctuation’s whoopee cushion, is putting on a tuxedo! It’s appearing in all the classiest places!
And I don’t think I like it one bit!!!
The exclamation point and I have never been really what you’d call chums. I try and inject humor into everything I write. Hell, I try and inject humor into everything I do.
That’s why even life’s most mundane routines, things like attending church and having sex, are more fun with me!
See, there you go. I offered a lame little joke that might be mildly amusing without the — “Wink! Wink! Nudge! Nudge!” — of the exclamation point. Instead, an otherwise harmless line becomes as tedious as being stuck in the middle seat next to the obnoxious joker who caps every punchline with a giggly, “Get it! Get it!”
But in another cultural battle I sense I’m bound to lose, I see more and more exclamation points scattered like indelicate little 12-point erections throughout the future of my carefully crafted sentences.
Blame Serena Williams. [...]
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