Sans S - A rant about the Tooths

It was recently brought to my attention that part of my vernacular was vastly misinformed. When my little brother, little brotherly commented that it was in fact not called the Bear's Tooth, but the Bear Tooth Theater Pub. My gut reaction anytime that my little brother tries to correct me is to leave him in the hall closet for an hour or two, but most recently I have been trying to follow a more yogi, yoda flow. Ya, know?

The initial torque absorbed and my little bro nowhere near a closet case, I came to the sudden realization that it does matter how I describe something. That correctly identifying entities may just be the foundation of society. Of human collective understanding. Why else do we spell check?

I know that people are going to say, "So what?!"

So what if, by calling it something it is not you impart your intended will on something else. Like putting your cash in the wrong account. So what if, this account was really the name of a demon that had not been invoked for trillions of years and by invoking his name and saying Bear's Tooth instead of Bear Tooth you bring about the end of times.

But also, why can't we such call it what it is?

No need for some elaborate scenario to justify truth.

Tip:

When my friends pronounce it incorrectly I simply reply, "Where, do you want to go to see a movie, grab some beers and get some 'za?" And if that douche bag friend of yours does not correct themselves then you continue pretending not to hear them for as long as it takes.

Beware:

Some douchey turds are harder to break then others. Be diligent and squeeze harder.

Godspeed.