Let it go, hon, let it go
I won’t be attending Honfest this year, but then, I never have. Today’s Sun has an article about the latest hontroversy swirling around Denise Whiting, the owner of Cafe Hon and impresario of the annual festival, and it will be interesting to see what effect—if any—it has on attendance.
One reason to stay away is that during last year’s hontroversy, over Ms. Whiting’s trademarking of “hon” merchandise, I said what needed to be said.* I’m sure that the familiar chorus is ready to sing again—Disgruntled Former Restaurant Employee, Naive About Business, Deplores That She Makes Money On It, and Suburban Protector of Hampden—but the virulence of their hostility is, though comical, of limited entertainment value.
This is a language blog, and I can offer one piece of advice about how you should use language if you take part in any of these heated but trivial exchanges. It’s the same advice Mobtown Shank gave last year: It’s not a boycott if you never went there in the first place.