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Four years ago I decided I needed to host a pop-up grammar-advice stand. The plan was simple: I'd sit on the streets of New York City and help people with their questions. I ordered a folding table, drew a "Grammar Table" sign and waited for the weather to cool. On a September day I walked to a small park near my apartment building, propped up my sign, and began answering questions from passersby.
The idea was natural to me because I'm a lifelong professional grammar nerd. I've taught grammar and writing for years, written and edited professionally, and studied more than 25 languages for fun. Behind me, during Zoom calls, are shelves of grammar books alphabetized from Albanian to Zulu. Some may think it is a total conversation killer but trust me when I tell you that people love talking about grammar — and fighting about it, too.
That fall day, it took about 30 seconds before I got my first question and the inquiries continued from there. People wanted to oust their spouses' errant apostrophes, cram commas into underpunctuated clauses ("Oxford comma or bust!"), raze past tense forms used as past participles ("I should have ran, ugh!") and more.
But any rancor was mostly feigned and the chats cathartic as I kept the Grammar Table moving around the city over the following months. Fights over things like "traveled" versus "travelled" (both are correct) or "lose" versus "loose" led to new friendships and a sense of public fellowship.
I wasn't the only one who felt it. One gloomy afternoon during the contentious confirmation hearings over Brett M. Kavanaugh's appointment to the Supreme Court, a woman stopped and stared at the Grammar Table. "This is the best thing I have ever seen in my life," she said. She looked as though she might cry.
I like to think she understood that the Grammar Table is only partly about grammar. It is also about community, about surprise, about humor (yes indeed, "poopyhead" is written as one word!). It is about the ritual of gentle, dorky debate with a shared sense of purpose, focused on this thing we have in common — language. We all poop and we all punctuate (though some of us do the latter on only a part-time basis).