And I Was Quietly Done With The Owl.

 But this one was too fucking weird to go unshared.

To recap.  The owl is a retired law prof and still blogger who, from her unique POV, blogs.  Sometimes she comes across as a kind of syntax Nazi.  Other times she comes across as a what the fuck you talking bout?  

Try this one.  To  set it up, she posted about some article in the Times, and she is nitpicking the word choices.  

"I wonder how the NYT heard the "quiet conversations" and how, assuming you could hear them, you would know that the interlocutors had a particular feeling and it was unshakable, and how, assuming you would know that, the feelers of the unshaken feeling felt that they knew the contents of the mind of the man in her life, that he both wants to support the woman and doesn't want to admit he's having trouble doing what he thinks he is trying to do."

Firstly.  She speculates all the fucking time, so I do not get why she is so confused by people maybe  speculating.

Secondly,  a quiet conversation is not the same as silent.  Sheesh.

Thirdly, why should everyone be totally literal, even?  Who made her the boss of all media?

Lastly.  I am not going to put her in the same deteriorating mental state category as bozo.  He who is the maga man candidate.  However if a woman spoke like that to me on a first date, I would end it fast, and never want to repeat.