It’s.
This is a contraction of “it is”.
Its.
This is a possessive, meaning “belonging to it”.
What is so terribly brain-taxing about this simple, little word? What makes it so terribly difficult for 99% of the population of North America to use correctly? Perhaps I exaggerate. Perhaps it is only 99% of people who write things that appear on the Internet who find the distinction between it’s and **its **a challenge.
I can overlook the misuse of this small word when used by people who do not possess a degree in English. Wait–I can’t. But I can summon kindness in my heart for people for whom English is not a first language who misuse the dreaded it’s/its. However, people who write for phlegmsucking newspapers? People who make their living writing? People who represent the very character and reputation of their employer with their words? Shame. Shame!
I am honestly shocked by the number of “news” stories I have read online, stories that are from newspapers, magazines, television (ah…) news programmes where it’s/its are used interchangeably, and seemingly at random.
Also: the hot chocolate packets that are provided to us at work, those delicious hot chocolate packets I was enjoying so much come these dark and cold, rainy and windy days of drear November… Well, I read the ingredients list on one this morning. Now I can no longer stomach putting all that incomprehensible conglomeration of factory-produced artificiality into my stomach. Please. I do not need to consume the abomination known as “non-dairy creamer” and “corn syrup” as the primary ingredients in my hitherto enjoyed mid-morning office treat.
I hate driving home on the highway in the blackness and pouring rain.
I weigh three more pounds than I did at the start of the week.
I do not want to take every single file we have, create new files, labels and categories, and refile every single piece of paper in these new files and categories.
Christmas is coming.
My husband’s car is in the shop.
I’m ashamed to be a Canadian every time I hear the words “airport” and “Taser”.
I need to bathe the dog.
It’s raining. Still.
My hair is thin, limp and lacks any particular style.
Apparently I snore.
I left my work notebook in a gorgeous house, and now I have to wait until someone does a showing or whatever, and plead with them to bring me my notebook, since she will be there…
I ate McDonald’s for lunch.
Gah.
I don’t like November very much.