I’m old enough to remember when creatures called editors and proofreaders roamed the earth. Also, telephones had dials.
And an editor (genius).
Ah, but it says “Frankestein,” and you know what that means: There’s no such thing as an editor anymore.
I’d love to Marcie too, but even more, I’d love to editor.
… editors … also creatures that exist only in cartoons …
When MW lists something as “less common,” it’s code for “this is wrong, but so many people are making the mistake that we have to begin to embrace it.”
I’d sooner believe in Santa Claus than believe that anyone vets the comics.
Music with fingering numbers? Aim higher, please.
I fear we have a fundamental disagreement about what steps are.
You need a more aggressive proofreader.