A rose is, by any other name, twenty ten.
A week in and I’m comfortable with it: ‘TWENTY TEN.’ I’ve given serious thought to this question, as trivial as it seems (also: ‘The Aughts’? That’s what we’ve got to call the past decade? Christ.) Hell, even the National Association of Good Grammar weighed in on this pivotal issue. ‘Two thousand ten?’ It’s just too much. It’s the same reason I like a crisp, 90-minute film or a tightly written news story: economy; whether of letters, words, or thoughts.
That said, this post isn’t exactly economizing words, time, nor the attention spans of disinterested readers.