Once upon a time there was a little girl named Goldilocks. One day while the forest was walked in by Goldilocks, a house was seen by her. The door was knocked on, and, when a response was not heard, the house was entered by Goldilocks. Three bowls of porridge were sitting on the table. Hunger was felt by Goldilocks, so the porridge was tasted by her, one bowl at a time.
You know how the story goes: the first bowl was too hot, the second bowl was too cold, but the last bowl was just right.
If you’ve read this far into the blog, you get the prize for tolerating intentionally passive voice. Did you notice how indirect the wording is? Or how many words it took to complete a thought?
As promised, I’m devoting this blog post to one of my biggest pet peeves – using passive voice. So, I apologize in advance for the rant that follows.