English may be a tower of Babel, unmoored and changing by degrees so that past generations became increasingly incomprehensible.
A person doesn’t need to point to an esoteric, artificial language as an example of a managed tongue. French, as an example, may be better suited to long-lived legal language because the drift is limited.
I’m not sure what people get for the effort of defending minor ambiguity, at much greater cost than simple clarity. I’d hardly call it anti-elitism given my fairly weak initial statement. Is it the prestige of contrarianism?
I was never their target audience, and I never much felt their music. But I learned how to enjoy listening to it, even if it didn’t push my usual musical Happy Buttons.
And I first heard Spice Up Your Life on a fully chaotic Bangkok bus; the kind of bus people use to bring live poultry home from the markets. It fit pretty well.
I’m not sure who I’m less pleased with. The people whose response to ignorance involves reframing it as a pointed question; or those of their listeners who actually think that counts as insight.
