Here is the simplified explanation of the rule for spelling out numbers or using numerals:
If you want to delve into the more subtle rules, here they are:
Don’t begin a sentence with a numeral, even if it’s 10 or higher.
- WRONG: 12 students fell asleep in class today.
- RIGHT: Twelve students fell asleep in class today.
Be consistent within the same sentence, even if one of the numbers is smaller than ten.
- WRONG: They ate six slices of pizza in 22 minutes.
- RIGHT: They ate 6 slices of pizza in 22 minutes.
- RIGHT: Finn ate two slices of pizza in twenty-two minutes.
If you want even more rules, click here to read GrammarBook.com’s explanation.
(Finn eating pizza GIF source: Slice)
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glitchphobia said: shh enhlee-sama, please sleep! you’ll feel better tomorrow <3
uwaa you are seriously the cutest /cuddles bc I have no gifs saved on this machine to use instead
i have to get up for seven am tomorrow morning and it has just gone midnight but i have so much to do aauhgugfytdty
To the women who choose not to have kids, I have one thing to say: thank you.
You probably don’t hear it enough. In fact, you probably don’t hear it at all. What you do hear is an array of pro-childbearing responses, such as, “You’ll change your mind someday,” or, “Doesn’t your mother want grandkids?” or, “You’ll never find a husband if you never want to have kids.”
All things considered, “thank you” is probably on the opposite end of what you hear.
But seriously: thank you. Thank you for recognizing that childrearing isn’t for you and being true to who you are. It doesn’t mean you hate kids. It just means that raising one is not part of your path in life.
Thank you for not succumbing to the societal pressures. I’ve known far too many parents who had kids because that’s what was expected of them. Working in childcare, you see more of this type than you wish to see. The resentment is almost palpable. They love their children — at least, they have no choice but to love their children — but every single movement seems to scream, “I wasn’t meant for this.” I’ve known too many people who grew up with at least one parent who harbored that resentment, who let that resentment dictate how they parented. I’ve seen how that influenced the way these former children are now as adults, or even as parents themselves.
Thank you for not trying to compromise who you are in an effort to keep a partner around. Thank you for being honest and open and refusing to apologize for who you are. Everyone has different values. Everyone wants something different in life. It takes a lot of guts and confidence to say, “This is what I want in life. It’s not the orthodox way, but it’s my way.”
Thank you for not trying to silence that feeling in your gut as a means to validate your life. There are too many people in this world who cannot figure out their path — or have stumbled while walking down said path — and decided that maybe having a child could provide that meaning and definition instead. You understand that down this path lies vicarious living and hurt emotions and you recognize that there are so many other ways to find love and meaning and joy in your life.
Raising children is a difficult, onerous, frustrating, and disappointing gig. It’s tough enough for those who want it. It is a rewarding and loving gig as well, but it’s not something one should go into while focusing only on reward and love and societal acceptance. In this day and age, with a booming population in almost every country, it makes no sense to pressure every person to have a baby. But we’re sticklers to tradition, ritualistic to a fault.
Not just for the women, I know a lof of people get crap for not wanting to ever have a child.
Reading fanfiction that has your otp calling each other “baby”, “sweetie”, “darling” etc. when they really wouldn’t at all. Ever.