While a cultured literary connoisseur likely already agrees with me on this matter, amateur grammarians may be wondering what the necessity for Oxford commas is. Consistency? Clarity? An insatiable thirst for punctuation, even when excessive? The answer is all of the above.
Edward Lear's nonsense poem "The Jumblies" is among the most lighthearted pieces of poetry in history, describing a group of playful creatures who go to sea in a sieve. But could there be a deeper meaning to this poem?
Replace the proletariat with mindlessly subordinate children, replace Room 101 with an ordinary classroom featuring routine torture branded as “education”, replace telescreens with the watchful eyes of cutthroat administrators, and the dystopian regime of 1984 is recreated every day in the ordinary school.
This problem is not limited to the sins of Becky from Full House: Just because we don’t pay off our admissions officers, it doesn’t mean we haven’t bought into the message that Ivy League universities are the goal of life and getting into them is key to success.
Developed or developing? It’s very tempting to utilise this simplistic dichotomy as a worldview and as a means of analysing social and geopolitical issues. I’m certainly guilty of using these labels myself. However, the truth is that the world doesn’t fit neatly into these two boxes of progress and that to use these labels may hinder our ability to solve global issues.
Since March of 2015, conflict in Yemen has left an estimated 2.2 million people without resources, without family, without a place to call home, making Yemen the worst humanitarian crisis of the 21st century. Despite being a champion of human rights globally, Canada continues to fuel Saudi’s horrific atrocities against human rights through arms deals, which is both deeply damaging and hypocritical. To be respected as a human rights leader globally and to preserve the foundations of basic moral decency, it’s imperative that Canada stop giving arms to Saudi Arabia.
As I sat in the chair and an oxygen tube was jammed up my nose, I pondered the logistics of getting four teeth forcibly carved out of my mouth.