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from the greek: hē apóstrophos

I am now going to uncontrollably rant about proper apostrophe use. Please be patient. This is a personal vendetta of epically negligible proportions. Nobody cares about this stuff but me, I know, and I’m fighting an uphill, losing, pathetic battle. I just want to state for the record, how to use an apostrophe.

Use them to indicate possession by adding an apostrophe and an s: Bill’s teeth. For plural possessives, omit the added s if the plural form of a word already ends in s: the students’ decision. For joint possession, use an apostrophe only once: Joe and Helen’s books.

For names and proper nouns ending in s, AP style says to leave off the added s in a possessive: James’ underwear. Other stylebooks say to keep it: James’s underwear. Pick a style; either is correct.

Use them in place of omitted letters in a contraction: I’m, they’re, don’t. Also use them for omitted figures, as in years: the summer of ’69, the ’50s. (Take special note here of the direction the apostrophe curves. Note that it is not a single-quote mark.)

Use them to indicate plurals of single letters (but not multiple letters or multiple or single figures): mind your p’s and q’s, make A’s and B’s, but not recite your ABC’s (use ABCs, with no apostrophe).

NOTE: Eeew. Yeah, what is that comma doing there?

5 Comments

  1. Katie wrote:

    I love you.

    Wednesday, April 9, 2008 at 10:22 pm | Permalink
  2. colin wrote:

    and you wonder why you’re single.

    Thursday, April 10, 2008 at 6:19 pm | Permalink
  3. Becky wrote:

    You are so right! You should start a public education campaign.

    Tuesday, April 15, 2008 at 6:41 pm | Permalink
  4. Brian wrote:

    COMMA SPLICE

    Wednesday, April 23, 2008 at 2:37 pm | Permalink
  5. MarkHB wrote:

    I used to worry about being pedantic. I used to think I was weird for obsessing over details, and finding myself redoing work for the most picayune fault that I’d find.

    Then I noticed that I was getting cooler jobs than everyone else my age. Then I noticed that I was getting a really good reputation, and that other guys were going out of business.

    Then I stopped worrying about being weird, and obsessive, and picky. I started to think that maybe I was doing things right.

    Then I noticed how so many of the people who had told me to get a life were now asking me if I wanted fries with that.

    And I smiled.

    Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 3:02 am | Permalink