Funny how people choose to fight the battle they think they can win when faced with a foe they don’t know how to fight.
My post on Monday proposing a National Service Corp for Accountability and Transparency, (tongue-in-cheek assigned the unceremonious acronym “NSCAT” by Dennis Howlett,) was met with quite a few interesting and thoughtful comments. But the most curious ones were the attack and defense of my choice of pronouns in my title. (Photo Source)
My grandmother, Frances Sanfilippo Loizzo, was of “hard as nails” Sicilian stock. My aunt Concetta seems to think I’m looking more and more like her as I age, and my mother says I’m an accountant because Fray, as my grandpa called her, was so good with numbers. She ran a corner store, was an expert seamstress, and a wizard investor. She kept detailed accounts on that beige-tone old fashioned ledger paper with the multi-colored lines separating the varying width columns. She also hid money and papers under the sink in the basement and my mother had to search the house to uncover the details of her investments after her early death from cancer when I was fourteen. Unfortunately, I inherited her habit of a disorganized version of organization that is indecipherable to anyone but me.
What my Grandma was not was careless. She may have seemed to snap and make decisions quickly, but there was a calculation, a thoughtful process, behind everything she said and did, even if it happened at the speed of light, too fast for many of those around her to appreciate.
You should realize by now that I don’t make decisions of titles, content, or the photo/video accompaniment to my posts in haste. I may make them quickly, but not without thinking. Before choosing the wording for the title of my Monday post, I thought for a moment, said it out loud both ways, and then called my personal grammar guru. He’s someone who prefers to remain anonymous for this purpose, since his Big 4 clients would not like the fact that he comports so closely with the likes of me. Rest assured he has the chops to give me good advice. I went with it, especially since it passed my “ear” test.
Within minutes of posting, I had a detractor. The comment was not a conciliatory one, not one that gave me the benefit of the doubt, but one that revealed what seemed to me to be a trigger finger, gunning for something to “catch” me on. I’m ready for that. I have no problem with that. And if those that did, or still do, think I’m a poor writer want to keep reading the blog and keep telling me so, well, it’s my cross to bear.
I hesitated before hitting the “Publish” button. I may be wrong once and a while, but I doubt it. On this I was fairly certain that I was right or that there was, at least, some room for a difference of opinion. I ended up with additional comments both defending my choice and reiterating the original critic’s criticism.
I consider this answer definitive. That is all.
I understand from Jason that you wish to confirm the choice of “I” over “me” in the title, “The answer is bigger than you and (I/me).” Recall from class that, with comparative adjectives, the nouns being compared are in the same case. The noun answer is being compared with the pronouns you and (I/me). And since answer is in the nominative case, by virtue of being the subject of the verb is, both pronouns should also be in the nominative case. Hence, one should choose I instead of me. This is of course according to standard formal English, but colloquially the mistake of choosing me in this instance is often forgiven simply because of its more conversational tone.”