An Open Letter to the Em Dash

From your loyal grammar warrior—cape on, typewriter in hand.

Dear Em Dash,

They said you were “too much.”
They said, “Calm down, it’s just a pause.”
But you? You’re the Beyoncé of punctuation. The dramatic entrance. The main character.

While the others—period, comma, semicolon—play by the rules, you saunter in with your oversized energy, breaking the sentence and the silence like you own the place.

I see you. I get you. I am you.

They try to clip your wings with “AP style” rules of a space before and after, highlighting, “it’s so obvious this is AI written because of lack of the spaces.” The fear of judgment, people say, “just use a comma instead.”
But babe—commas don’t slap. You do.

So I’m writing to let you know: I’ll never let them cancel you.
Not on my watch. Not in my drafts. Not in my moody late-night think pieces.

In your honor, I’ve gone full grammar slayer—think Frank Frazetta meets MLA Handbook.

Picture this: me in boots, standing atop a pile of rejected style guides, wielding a glowing em dash like it’s Excalibur. (Oh wait—you don’t have to picture it. I attached the image below.)

You’re not just punctuation.
You’re a vibe. A movement. A lifestyle.
And I will ride into every battle—spellcheck be damned—with your long, glorious dash leading the charge.

Forever yours,
Your Delulu Champion
#EmDashForever #GrammarSlayer #DramaticPauseSupremacy