The Myth of Perfection (The Pedantic Writer)

When I met Kaylyn* I had no idea she was a writer.

She was one of those people who had a precise, perhaps overly anal retentive vocabulary, and who used so many three to four syllable words in a sentence that the meaning was almost lost in how pretentious she sounded.

However, I tend to be forgiving of faults and I figured she was just trying to impress me. I also tend toward tolerance for highlyintellectualpeople, even when their smug superiority annoys the piss out of everyone else. We’re all...