The life of my spell check

I just typed the title of this piece and the trouble starts already. It suddenly became ‘The life of my game chick’. What in the world is my game chick or who? A girl who plays with you or a little girl who does well in spelling? Curious that function on my laptop and phone, I think. A reassurance is that it sometimes filters my typos in advance, but it is also bloody annoying when it corrects my carefully self-invented vocabulary to infinity. But, at the same time, it is the most delightful source of entertainment, until the tears roll down my cheeks. You could say that I have a love-hate relationship with autocorrect.

Do you know Grace and Frankie? Is May her new favorite on Netflix. There, the spell check combined with the dictation function saves lives or at least faces and a heap of gossip, when the kids forward a message about their parents' divorce and the homosexuality of the fathers in question. So that can still happen, although I really prefer to see them go completely wrong.

The finest distortions, according to the internet? The moment you say you're going to take a nap and it suddenly becomes a jerk. When I say I have an email address, I suddenly have a mistress. Men, that is particularly dangerous for you. Or that a delicious ciabatta bread suddenly gets thrown into your app as viagra bread. By the way, I do suspect you of dubious conversations, because mine just sticks to ciabatta.

Now I sometimes type whore instead of here, that would be a useful addition from the autocorrect. That the spell checker removes unsavory words from your text, so I don't accidentally send May ‘whore’, while I really want to say ‘do it here’. There seems to be an option to turn it off, but hey, that also makes life a lot duller.