Emmie Meadows in Humor on Mar 14, 2016
Recently, I was at work, and I was
talking to a customer when he said, "I love your accent. It's going to
take you places." Taken aback, I thanked him, and he went on to say that
people "underestimate" people with Southern accents. At this point, I
was seriously blushing, and it made me start thinking about some rather
unfortunate (but humorous) things that are daily realities for those of us with
Southern accents.
1.
It is a genuine surprise when you find out you have an accent.
Until I went off to college, I never
knew I had an accent; I've always thought I just talked like everyone else.
Talk about a reality check.
2.
People don’t always understand your name.
Okay, maybe this is just a personal
thing, but my name is Emmie. I have, in my opinion, a pretty simple name, but people
think I’m saying Amy, Evie, Ivy or (my personal favorite) Eeeeeemmie. This
makes introducing myself on the first day of class mortifying.
3.
"I didn’t expect you to talk like that!"
Apparently, I don't look like I would
have a strong Southern accent. I'm not really sure what this means, and I have
yet to figure out whether this is meant as a good or bad thing.
4.
People ask you to talk.
“Emmie, say something so they can hear
your accent!” This has happened on numerous occasions, but it still catches me
off guard. What can I say that would sufficiently showcase my accent?
6.
Everyone will ask you the legendary question… "WHERE ARE YOU FROM?"
I want to reply that I'm from heaven on
earth, but if I’m in a different state, I say I’m from Georgia. If I’m in
Georgia, I say Cochran. People typically think I’m Honey Boo Boo's neighbor or
from another world. It’s usually one or the other.
5.
Many automatically assume you live on a farm.
Once, someone asked me, “Do you know
Mary?” When I responded that, no, I did not know Mary, she then responded, “Oh,
you’d like her. She lives on a farm.” I do, in fact, live on a farm, but that
is beside the point.
7.
Siri has a difficult time understanding you.
Talking to Siri is literally one of the
most painful things I have to do. If actual people can’t understand what I'm
saying, a machine definitely has no chance either.
8.
Some question your intelligence.
This is common and pretty self-explanatory,
There is a pretty nasty idea that a Southern accent is indicative of low
intelligence. It's frustrating to say the least, particularly when the South
hails big thinkers such as William Faulkner, Harper Lee, Martin Luther King, Jr
and Flannery O'Conner,
9.
Thinking of dropping the accent when speaking another language? LOL
I’m in my fourth year of Spanish, and
let's just say that putting another accent on top of my already strong dialect
makes it downright laughable. I have a decent knowledge of the language, but
the accent thing throws it all off. Es no bueno.
Once upon a time, I was extremely
insecure about my accent, but I've learned to love it. I love the South, and
honestly, I can't picture myself without the accent it's given me. To all you
Southern speaking folks like me, the best advice I can give you is to embrace
the accent. Own it. After all, it could be worse; you could have a Northern
accent.
**Having been born of parents who
hailed from southern Georgia, and though I was raised in central Florida, I
have a fairly distinct Southern Accent.
Having worked in various states, based
on my accent people have conjectured where I am from. Some have thought
Tennessee, others Alabama, others Texas. At one time I managed a shoe
department in a Woolco store in Lansdale, Pennsylvania; where I tended to get
on the mic often with blue light specials. As I stood in the middle of the
100,000 square foot store rattling on about girl’s oxfords and ladies Easter
sandals, I sometimes noticed an unusually large number of people stop what they
were doing, tilt their heads toward the source of the broadcast, and break into
the broadest grins.
(William McDonald, PhD)
Mr. McDonald, I came across your blog because I was researching my family tree and I believe that Isham McDonald was my 4th great grandfather which would make us some sort of cousins. My grandmother was Mable McDonald Roberson, the daughter of Lacy McDonald. I would like to correspond with you. My email is stefaniegardnerATbellsouth.net. Thanks
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