Thankfully, I don’t make my living on converting English speakers to say Twenty Eleven rather than Two Thousand Eleven. The process for the switchover has been slow…painfully slow. What’s weird is that some people say it, usually when they think about it. Otherwise, they slip back into old patterns.
Mark my words: Saying Two Thousand -whatever will eventually be a sign that you are an old fuddy-duddy. Like gray hair and monocles, you will be pegged as an old, out-of-touch person. Similar to when you complain about rap music.
The younger set will adopt Twenty-whatever as their common mode of speaking the year because it will make sense to them.
I’m not the only one who feels this way (although, it feels that way.)
Keep up the good work and thanks for saying Twenty Eleven.