All right. Enough already. Would everyone and anyone who affects any sort of fake accent kindly stop doing so? I mean, really. Come on.
I don't care if that trendy hipster at the coffeehouse does it. (And you know he does.) I don't care if your best friend does it, but it's funny when he does it because, like, dude, he's so good at it that everyone believes he really is from Alabama or England or wherever. I also don't care if you've just come back from a month-long vacation in Italy. You are not Principessa Ragazza di Sienna. You are Betty Plishman from New Brunswick. Get over it.
And please please please, under no circumstances should anyone ever say, "A dingo ate my baby." It didn't work for Meryl Streep, and it wasn't funny when Elaine said it on Seinfeld, so chances are that your version isn't going to be even marginally acceptable.
Fake accents are abominable. I'm sorry. That's just the way it is.
"Yeah, Jodi, but ... Madonna does it!"
Sound argument. Snappy defense. But Madonna also "vogued".
I rest my case.
fresh-baked at 05:12 PMI experience similar annoyances here in the Hub of the Universe. People move to Boston—or worse, come here to visit—and insist on aping the local accent. By the way, the regional accents here are many and they are varied; people from Hyde Park sound different from the denizens of beautiful Chelsea. No one, no one I tell you, says things like: I need quahtah fah the pahking metah. Just like no one—unless they are really from the South—gets the southern accent right.
Back to my soaps!
Offered by: Mad Genius on December 6, 2002 5:35 PM
