…for me, according to the Z-Man:
One of the things that comes with writing for a public audience in the digital age is the editor without portfolio. This is the person who roams the internet looking for spelling errors, punctuation mistakes, and grammar issues. There are many of these people, as the comment section of every internet post has at least one comment about a typo or alleged improper word choice. They are like the samurai without a master in feudal Japan, except they wield the blue pencil instead of a sword.
That would be me, and people like me.
But our days are numbered (according to the Prophet Z):
The grammar police have drained a lot of the life from the written word, and AI will help them bleed it white. In time, most people will rely on AI to write their text, and that means it will narrow to the point where most writing reads like the user manual for your toaster.
The main loser in the AI revolution will be the grammar ronin. Soon, they will not be able to find text that violates their interpretation of Strunk and White. If they persist, the robots producing the text will simply disconnect them from the internet, leaving them to roam the countryside with a blue pencil in search of bits of paper to edit. The era of the grammar ronin is coming to an end. He will be defeated by the thing that made him possible at the dawn of the internet: technology.
This is like saying that music critics will be out of a job because of AutoTune — the bland pablum of AutoTune is little different from A.I.-smoothed prose, after all.
And here’s where the Z-bloke makes his mistake. I very rarely, if ever, go after some tit’s moronic spelling or obtuse grammar mistakes because I can’t fault their argument. There may be people like that, but I ain’t one of them.
I go after the SpellChek Generation because they, and their alleged editors, are fucking clueless about the essence of communication and its absolute need for clarity and meaning. Far from “drain[ing] a lot of the life from the written word”, I’m attempting to keep the railway of communication smooth so that the reader’s comprehension isn’t derailed by the bent steel of crappy spelling and diverted by the careless switches thrown by obfuscatory / obtuse grammar (if I may be permitted the use of such an antiquated metaphor). Some people, mostly the stupid ones, are not distracted by horrible grammar and silly spelling — I am not one of those, and I stand proudly thereto.
But never fear, O Z-Master; if I lose my job as grammar ronin / Nazi, I’m sure that unlike the actual ronin — whose lives were rendered pointless by the disappearance of their samurai lords — I’ll have no problem finding something equally stupid on which to vent my irritation.
This is Grammar Nazi, signing off. 
