We’ve got one year to get this right.
Soon it will be 2019. That is, “twenty-nineteen.” Rather than “two-thousand-nineteen.”
Why do I make this annual plea? Just imagine how cool it will be to call the year “20-20.” It’s shorter and could not be more perfect. In the way it rolls off the tongue, the tonal clarity and crispness, the confidence with which it exudes.
As good as it sounds, such a dramatic cultural shift will not occur organically. It requires intention and commitment by all of us. To ensure a smooth transition from the cumbersome and nonsensical “two thousand eighteen” to the precise and commonsensical “twenty-twenty,” we must use the next 12 months to practice, practice, practice — to make perfect.
Say it loud and proud: “twenty nineteen!” Commend others who do, too, and correct those who don’t. (Otherwise the insanity of “two-thousand-twenty” will seize the moment before we know what happened.)