I tell you, I just can't take it if a person's speech doesn't match their countenance. Honestly, I've met my fair share of white people speaking ebonics, but, having grown up in the linguistically vapid midwest, I can't get used to it. The incongruity of a well-bred white fellow discoursing on "bling", "hoes", and how "homey-Boo be droppin da phat beats" is something that I've come to realize annoys me greatly.
And this not even counting more exotic mixtures like Cockney negros, German-speaking Hindus, and a strapping Oriental lad I once met, who enunciated to perfection the King's English instead of that linguistic gruel that is the pidgin of the urban chinee.
The constant shock of living in this mixed-up world is wearing on me. What's an old-fashioned fellow to do? I yearn for the good old days, when boys said "Sir", negros said "Massah" and girls didn't say shit, to anyone, unless dinner was ready.
10/29/2004Mr. Pony: I feel kind of dirty after listening to that Eskimo Pop.
10/29/2004TheBuyer: Try playing them at the same time it sounds like a sea-cow orgy uh...probably. shut up.
10/29/2004Yahzick: I done read a book, East Is East by TC Boyle. And they done had a Jap fella in that book and he done called baseball "besuboro". Man, did I laugh. Those wacky Orientals.