I’m not an addict; it’s cool.

July 17, 2007 – 11:53 am |

I’m not ashamed to admit I’m an admirer of alliteration.  I love it.  I choose to leave irony, metaphor, personification, those snobs of rhetoric, to the real professionals.  Alanis Morissette can keep her self-declared title and remain the Queen of Malapropism.  I’ll reserve the use of onomatopoeia for someone who can spell it without the help of Wikipedia.   

Alliteration works for me.  It makes me smile.  It earns me extra points in games, and even my kids can get in on the fun. (Indeed, on ‘B’ day for school, 5 took Batman, because, as he told me, Batman’s real name is Bruce). Students in my paralegal classes know they can’t earn an A without perfectly performing all the “P’s” (points, presence, punctuality and professionalism, of course).

I bring this up, because the times are changing over in the crazy categories on my site’s silly sidebar.  I wanted to draw your attention to the fact that I’m acutely aware of my alliteration addiction, and, if it annoys you, I am all apologies.