Grammar Nazi

Other areas of my life have exploded with busyness recently. It's to the point that I can't even take naps anymore (and trust me, I protect my nap times), so blogging is taking a backseat again (like it has this entire year). But anyway, I saw this music video posted on Facebook today, and couldn't help but share. It's been making the rounds, so you've probably seen it by now, but the old English teacher in me found it vastly amusing.

Somehow, I don't think the song would make much sense without the video. I can't say I'm a huge Weird Al fan, but he just nails it sometimes with his parodies. He's quite clever, really. Hats off to you, Mr. Yankovich, for providing English teachers the world over a chance to play another YouTube video in class.

Anyway, despite the fact that I am the English teacher / literature master's student / bookish person in our relationship, I will freely admit that between the two of us, my husband is by far the bigger grammar Nazi. He's a total stickler for Oxford commas and split infinitives and other rules that I consider unjustly imposed on our English language by the Latin fanatics of centuries past (because of him, I now notice all the times people misuse the subjunctive, and it's often). Maybe it's the want-to-be creative writer in me, but I'm much more kindly disposed to experimentation and focusing on communication and expression rather than mechanics and conventions.

That being said, you should know the rules before you break them. I strive to at least show I'm intelligent and aware of grammar rules (even if I don't always follow them).

What side do you fall on?