Southern-Speak
often wonder if one day that I will be as popular as some of the blogs that I read. My content is varied so I think people may have a difficult time identifying what I’m talking about. Right now I am in the middle of a variety of events: baby talk, moving, Uni (again), so there are many things that are really present but perhaps that I don’t voice.
Secretly, I hope to be like the blogs I read, so often clicking “refresh” in hopes that while I’ve been reading it’s been updated. I do this countless times a day because I love the content. With my new blog here titled A Southern Belle, I’ve come to a new direction in taking things from a southerners point-of-view, a lady southerner. I think there are a lot of stereotypes about us southern gals and gents for that matter.
Granted there are a few duds in the south, but there are also people like my mother who speak with an accent and southern twang but is also very intelligent. My accent only comes out when I speak to my mom or I’m around distinct southern-speakers. It is our own language to some extent and yes as an English major it drives me absolutely MAD when people mispronounce things. My grandmother for instant says “rurnt” instead of “ruined”. It’s one of those things and we laugh at her for it.
When I was in high school (all those eons ago) I took 3 years of French and my professor was absolutely nuts. She’d suddenly say that we’d made her upset and her medical condition and then promptly flee into her office, slamming the door. The class would be stunned to silence and look at each other for some sort of explaination. But taking French in an Alabama school took its tole on my ears when we were forced to speak aloud. “Merci” became “MERRR-C”, “Est-ce que vous parlez anglais? (Do you speak English?) becomes “essssss c cay vouse parrrlez anglais?” enough to drive anyone batty, but the dufus who did it managed to do so well on exams.
So I am thinking of a variety of things I could post on about being southern, married to a northern-ish husband and his very northern mom and grandfather as well as my mother being married to a northerner. I speak both northern and southern English.
carpe diem!
Secretly, I hope to be like the blogs I read, so often clicking “refresh” in hopes that while I’ve been reading it’s been updated. I do this countless times a day because I love the content. With my new blog here titled A Southern Belle, I’ve come to a new direction in taking things from a southerners point-of-view, a lady southerner. I think there are a lot of stereotypes about us southern gals and gents for that matter.
Granted there are a few duds in the south, but there are also people like my mother who speak with an accent and southern twang but is also very intelligent. My accent only comes out when I speak to my mom or I’m around distinct southern-speakers. It is our own language to some extent and yes as an English major it drives me absolutely MAD when people mispronounce things. My grandmother for instant says “rurnt” instead of “ruined”. It’s one of those things and we laugh at her for it.
When I was in high school (all those eons ago) I took 3 years of French and my professor was absolutely nuts. She’d suddenly say that we’d made her upset and her medical condition and then promptly flee into her office, slamming the door. The class would be stunned to silence and look at each other for some sort of explaination. But taking French in an Alabama school took its tole on my ears when we were forced to speak aloud. “Merci” became “MERRR-C”, “Est-ce que vous parlez anglais? (Do you speak English?) becomes “essssss c cay vouse parrrlez anglais?” enough to drive anyone batty, but the dufus who did it managed to do so well on exams.
So I am thinking of a variety of things I could post on about being southern, married to a northern-ish husband and his very northern mom and grandfather as well as my mother being married to a northerner. I speak both northern and southern English.
carpe diem!