Tonight at copyediting class, one of my teachers mentioned that if you tend to notice bad grammar and poor word choice in articles and so on, and it bothers you right off the bat, then you're born to be an editor. I felt a sort of warm sense of belonging at that moment. I always notice what seem to me to be awkward wording or phrasing. In fact, I tend to think first about the poetics level of what I'm reading, how does he say what he says and why did he choose those words, rather than what is it saying, the hermeneutic level of interpretation. I always felt it was a more natural method to look at the surface first and drill slowly down into it, using that to understand what those choices say.
On the other hand, the ladies in my class can be so fucking annoying. Some of them are just kind of bland, uninteresting flakey types, others are these WASPy daddy's girls with that rich girl lisp, and a bunch are these fusty, musty anal retentive weird middle aged permanently offended effective-lesbians (by effective lesbians, I mean that type of super progressive, asexual middle aged white ladies who listen to NPR twenty three hours a day and carry Wholefoods tote bags) who sit around quibbling about unbelievably pointless minutia of grammar, like the female equivalent of Trekkers.