Whilst preparing for the Egotist’s First Birthday, my research has turned up an astounding fact.
We are not alone!
There is another egotistical society on the interwebs.
They go by the name “The Egotists Club“.
Shocking, I know.
For a full minute after these guys turned up on google, I gaped in horror. Then I screeched “NOOO! We will not tolerate imposters!”
But I consoled myself with their lack of apostrophe. Note that our apostrophe makes the “s” in our name possessive. Our club belongs to the Egotists.
They . . . do not have an apostrophe. They are merely club consisting of Egotists.
Ha! So there.
But when I girded my loins and waded in to see what this rival blog said, I was . . . . surprisingly pleased. They seem like a smart, humorous, well-rounded set people.
They purport to be two brothers who go by the monikers of “K” and “C”. They decry the mentioning of golf, fish, and – if the motion carries at the next meeting – wireless.
I am not particularly attached to golf or fish, and forbidding them in conversation seems endearingly whimsical, but the doing so prevents discussion on so much of the work of Wodehouse! This is a sad fact.
And while their club might be as established, or wise, or brilliant as ours, they are not completely antithetical to our pleasant society. Their discourse on Terry Pratchett is fairly enlightened, and they clearly read Good Things and think Good Thoughts and drink Good Drinks and enjoy Good Words.
So in all, I think we shall not declare war on them just yet.