They don't talk so good
Driving home from the gym today, I reached over and turned on the radio. After flipping through a few stations, I stopped at Virgin. I rarely listen to it, because like CHEZ-106, it tends to play the same artists over and over and over again. It's like the chicken or beef choice on an airplane. You get Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones or Pink Floyd, all day, all the time. Sometimes they may throw in some Nickelback, but that's not to be discussed in polite company.
Anyway, the DJ was yabbering on about Olympic athletes who have asked for asylum in Canada. "They're being prosecuted in their home countries," he intoned solemnly. While they technically *might* be being prosecuted, it's highly doubtful because they were allowed to compete in Canada. I presume he meant "persecute".
That was bad enough. His sniggering sidekick piped in with her news about concert events in Brazil and Argentina. Specifically, in "Say-oh Pay-lli" and "Booooh-Noes Airs".
Geez.
These people are paid to speak for a living. Can't they get the words right? I purposely didn't go into radio because I routinely mess up words. I admit it. I won't talk about my foray into TV (let's just say, for the sake of preserving my dignity, I had an aversion to pancake make-up -- clogs up the pores something fierce, dontcha know), but I lived in mortal fear I'd screw up a word. Awry. Horizon. Samaritan. I won't even tell you how I initially pronounced them.
But but but ... this is their job. C'mon, people!
At least they pronounced "asylum" correctly.
Anyway, the DJ was yabbering on about Olympic athletes who have asked for asylum in Canada. "They're being prosecuted in their home countries," he intoned solemnly. While they technically *might* be being prosecuted, it's highly doubtful because they were allowed to compete in Canada. I presume he meant "persecute".
That was bad enough. His sniggering sidekick piped in with her news about concert events in Brazil and Argentina. Specifically, in "Say-oh Pay-lli" and "Booooh-Noes Airs".
Geez.
These people are paid to speak for a living. Can't they get the words right? I purposely didn't go into radio because I routinely mess up words. I admit it. I won't talk about my foray into TV (let's just say, for the sake of preserving my dignity, I had an aversion to pancake make-up -- clogs up the pores something fierce, dontcha know), but I lived in mortal fear I'd screw up a word. Awry. Horizon. Samaritan. I won't even tell you how I initially pronounced them.
But but but ... this is their job. C'mon, people!
At least they pronounced "asylum" correctly.