"Oh! It's blogging," says Meade. "It's the internet. Think how many times you've gotten it right."
"And it's more embarrassing to get the apostrophe wrong the other way," I soothe myself, referring to putting the apostrophe in "its" when it's supposed to be out.
"It's embarrassing to be embarrassed," Meade asserts aphoristically.
"But I was criticizing recklessness at the very point when I was reckless," I brood nonetheless. "It's like the way whenever you mock a misspelling, you end up misspelling something."
I decide to write this post, which — speaking of blogging — is the antidote to embarrassment.
On the rooftops they dance
While the makeup man’s hands
Shut the eyes of the dead
Not to embarrass anyone
The sky is embarrassed
And I must be gone