There is every reason for me to call this year "twenty ten," but so far I can't seem to shake the "two thousand ten" habit. I'm sure my grandparents felt the same way in 1910.
Regardless of what you call it, I hope this year brings you and your loved ones happiness and good health, and may we all come to find that we live in a peaceful world after all.
Peace would be nice. I'll have to see what comes out of my mouth when I say the year. Then I'll see what I'm comfortable with.
Posted by: Margaret | January 01, 2010 at 08:05 PM
I've been comfortable with Twenty Ten already. It just seems to flow. And make sense. I can't imagine that they ever referred to 1910 as One Thousand Nine Hundred and Ten! :o)
Yes, peace would be nice. Don't we always wish for this every single year around this time?
Posted by: Tonya | January 01, 2010 at 08:51 PM
Let's look at your grandparents' situation first:
Nineteen hundred ten. Five syllables.
Nineteen-ten. Three syllables.
No-brainer: Nineteen-ten.
Now, our situation:
Two thousand ten: Four syllables.
Twenty-ten: Three syllables.
Once again, a no-brainer. And it appears to be catching on. Welcome to the Twenteens!
Posted by: Elisson | January 02, 2010 at 11:10 PM