HUMOR – Have you ever turned left onto St. George Boulevard without using your turn signal and thought, “So I didn’t use my blinker! No big dill!” when all of the other cars swerved around you, honking?
Have you ever gazed up at the mountains surrounding Pine Valley and thought, “Oh my heck, those mou-ains are gahrgeous.”
Have you ever driven to “Hurricuhn” to go to the county fair?
Have you ever purchased a cute outfit on “sell,” dunked Oreos in a glass of “melk,” or gone fishing in a “crick”? Do you remember when you used-to-could go to dances on top of the water tower clear up by the sugar loaf?
If so, it is possible that you have a Utah accent.
Not that there is anything wrong with the local accent – I have it, though it only tends to surface when I am shouting angrily at outsiders. Hearing someone speak with an accent or use local dialect is only irksome if you feel that the person doing it does not love you and thinks that you should move back to Pomona, or wherever you came from, if you hate it so much here. It is the feeling behind the words that is truly meaningful.
This is the issue I have with swearing. The words themselves are not the problem– anyone who has tried to swear in a foreign language can attest to that. It is the anger, perversion, or hatred behind the words that I could do without. That, and a lot of time flying spittle is involved.
One problem with speaking the local dialect is that when others hear it they usually assume that you are not as intelligent or sophisticated as they think they are. I am guilty of this. I spent a short time living in Nashville, Tenn., where the locals speak slowly and use words like “y’all’re,” which is a contraction of the words you, all, and are, as nearly as I can tell. I judged the snot out of those poor Nashvillians for this. But as it turned out, I am not any smarter than they are, and they make much better barbecue than I do.
It is unfortunate, but true, that some accents sound more intellectual than others. For example, an English accent almost always makes the speaker sound smarter than they might actually be. This is why I sometimes fake a cockney accent in public places.
Everyone speaks with an accent and everyone is in denial about it. It is a little bit like forgetting to use your turn signal. Everyone has done it at one point or another. Everyone refuses to admit it.
No big dill.
Elise Haynes chronicles family life in her blog Haynes Family Yard Sale. Any opinions stated in this column are her own and not necessarily those of St. George News.
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