Hi Folks,
I posted a version of this several months ago to Eliot, the literary blog of St. Louis Writers’ Guild, where I’m a member. What an energetic, living writers’ organization that is! I invite all of you to visit them at http://www.stlwritersguild.org. SLWG is pretty much the pinnacle of what a living, vibrant writers’ organization can be. Anyway, here’s the post, slightly updated:
A few months ago I watched a movie, a comedy starring Luke Wilson, called Idiocracy. Have you seen it? Excellent social commentary thinly veiled as a comedy. It was even more over-the-top and humorous than the title would lead you to believe, but it was also terribly sad from a writer/editor’s perspective, demoralizing and a bit frightening. In the film, Wilson played a soldier who had been put into a deep sleep by the Army as an experiment. He was to be awakened in a year. Something went awry, and he slept for 500 years instead. When he awoke, it was to a world in which Corporate America controlled everything—for example, one lawyer in the film received his law degree at CostCo—and the citizenry had slipped to the bottom of the slippery slope of illiteracy and linguistic laziness. None could even form a sentence, and the populace—including professors, lawyers, doctors, politicians and judges—viewed anyone who spoke in complete sentences as a “fag.” Of course they knew the term was derogatory, but they didn’t know why or even realize it had once been used to insult a certain group of human beings.
As another example from the film, in the year 2505, the film that won eight Oscars, including Best Screenplay, ran for ninety minutes and featured only the naked posterior of a human male who occasionally passed gas, to the seemingly endless delight of the audience. One of the most popular television shows of the time was entitled Ow! My Balls! It featured what you might expect, a young gentleman being injured in various ways to a particular part of his anatomy.
So the protagonist, who back in 2005 had been tagged “the most average man in the US Army,” was suddenly the smartest man in America. To avoid going to prison for being too intelligent by contemporary standards, he taught the citizens, for example, that to grow crops and reverse the nationwide dust-bowl situation, they would have to start using water for more than simply flushing their toilets. Prior to his arrival, they’d used a sports drink not only in water fountains, but on their lawns and fields. The salt content, naturally, had killed everything. In the end, the protagonist prevailed and set the United States on the road to recovery. Yay us.
That was the end of the film, and this blog post might never have been written, but I decided to watch the local news immediately afterward. Bad, bad Harvey. The news anchor began a heart-warming story about a group of one year old sextuplets. The headline at the bottom of the screen, mimicked aloud by the anchor, was “Sextuplets Earn University Scholarship.” I thought, Huh? What do you suppose they did to “earn” a scholarship? Perhaps they were awarded a scholarship or had been granted a scholarship or had even been gifted (ugh) with a scholarship, but earned? And of course, that thought led to others. (Yes, yes, I know the guy who now calls the White House his residence recently “earned” a Nobel Prize, but I’m not gonna talk about that. Too easy.) About 4 ½ years ago, news anchors both in the field in Iraq and behind their comfy desks in American cities routinely reported almost every night that US troops had uncovered another weapons’ cachet. That’s right. Not cache, but cachet (pronounced cash-ay), meaning aroma. While searching for weapons of mass destruction, our soldiers and Marines had apparently stopped to smell the roses… well, according to the news guys. And these are folks who make their living, as do many of us, with words. Edward R. Murrow, Ernie Pyle et al must be spinning in their graves.
In the meantime, the media also seem to have decided collectively that likely and probably are synonymous, although likely is an adjective (despite the “ly” ending) that is synonymous with probable, not probably. Likewise with imply and infer. Also, impact has suddenly become a verb, as has the previously mentioned gift. And more and more writers are having their characters “try and” do something rather than “try to” do something. It might sound cool, but it’s impossible to “try and.” Oddly, they never use “and” when they use the past tense of try.
Sigh…. All of this, I suspect, began somewhere in the recesses of Corporate America, where some fifty year old whom I imagine still lives with his mother and hates his English teacher for giving him a B+ one time is doing his level best to bring our language to its knees. He’s the same guy who decided it’s perfectly all right to “grow” a business instead of developing or expanding it. He’s the same guy who does things “moving forward” instead of doing them “from now on” or “in the future.” He’s the same guy who decided several years ago that talking with people in your profession isn’t nearly as good as “networking” with them, and he’s the same word economist who decided “writing in a journal” wasn’t nearly as cool as “journaling.” But it gets worse. I’ve heard many television news personalities speak of the benefit of giving children “a orange” or “a apple” as part of their lunch. I mentioned to one of them that was “an fruity idea.” He didn’t get it.
Of course, lexicographers, those folks who get to decide what goes into the dictionaries, are trotting right along behind the rest of the lemmings, albeit at a somewhat slower pace. The word “till” (two Ls), which used to mean a cash drawer or what a farmer does to his land in preparation for planting, is now the accepted shortened version of “until.” The former shortened version (’til) is archaic, they say. Ugh.
The dumbing down of America is real, folks. In your own writing, at least, please pay close attention to what you’re saying and how you’re saying it. If each of us does his or her part to safeguard the language, perhaps we can at least slow the descent.
‘Til next time, happy writing!
Harvey
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