Dumbing it Down

I'm not really in a time position to be pinning my thoughts at the moment.

But, with the way my thoughts run these days, if I don't pin them here, they end up on a sticky note somewhere in my house, which really means they're as good as gone.

So, I just want to publicly take a stand against a couple of things:

Yoga pants

and

Texting/chatting/twitter grammar.

My rage against yoga pants I will support with an article that I recently read in the WaPo.  You should read it, too.  I really couldn't agree more.

And my campaign against the 140 character culture we've been creating comes from nothing more than my abhorrence for bad grammar (mind you, I do write this blog with full disclosure that I am not, ahem, grammatically perfect).  However, my texting fees on my phone bill have been quite high for some time now, because I'd rather take up two or three messages to write a complete sentence than to reduce my intelligent communications to a few homonymic letters and misspellings.  Call me prideful.  But, hey, u r 2, rite?

Honestly people, have we reached the apex of our progression?  Do we have no where to go but downhill from here?

I realize I'm fully invoking Grandma Andi here when I say,

Cover that tush and mind your p's and q's!

Literally!

But, come on, for once, get on that high horse and ride!