I’ve officially been humbled as a grammar geek. First, I spend nearly a week with the geekiest (read: coolest) group of grammar nerds I’ve ever met. Next, my editor lays a punctuation term on me that just blows my mind. Decades of serious book-loving and I’ve never even seen the word before. Officially humbled.
The word is interrobang. This is an interrobang: ?! Could anything ever be cooler? Of course, I’ve used plenty of interrobangs in my day. (Until today, when I was told, “We don’t do that here,” kind of in the way that you’d speak to a child wiping boogers on a wall. But in a nice way). I just didn’t know I was interrobanging. Had I known, I’d have put them in every sentence, just so that I could walk around saying, “Wow, that was a lot of interrobangs in that paragraph, right?!). Interrobanging is my new passion.
And, PS, if it’s not a verb, it damn well should be.
