I’ve got issues with them. Seriously. Ask my editor. She’ll tell you. Serious issues with hyphenated words. The good news is that I don’t hyphenate words that should not be hyphenated. No, I just leave off those little buggars everywhere I can. I’d like to call it laziness, but the fact is, I agonize over those things, and then when in doubt, I follow my mother’s advice. I don’t. Mom always said, “When in doubt, don’t.” So, I don’t. Did I make that perfectly clear? I don’t.
After much inner searching, introspection being a hobby that I am particularly adroit at, I have come to the conclusion that my rejection of feminism is at the root of my hyphenphobia. Yes, I did not hyphenate that word. I’m into consistency. Ask anyone, I’ve got issues with consistency. So, in the wake of modernity where women reject the “antiquated” idea of assuming their husband’s name, I seem to have rejected the notion of the existence of hyphens. Yes, it is a philosophical objection to an “ism” that destroys my grammatical structure.
Thought you oughtta know.