following up...
Apr. 30th, 2009 11:05 amMy last post, plus catching the '21 Accents' girl on BoingBoing, got me thinking.
Hometown shout-outs are always welcome, but on her 14th Face of Eve she got the Charleston accent all wrong. It's not the first time, and actors are forever dreaming up a Southern accent that no one has ever heard outside of the movies. Where did it come from?
If you're attempting a Southern accent, please remember this:
VIVIEN LEIGH WAS NOT A SOUTHERNER.
It's so uniform, in movies, that it's obvious that they're all getting it from somewhere. It makes sense that the minute somebody gets a part and says, 'Oh, crap, I've got to develop a Southern accent,' they'd make the obvious leap to GWTW and take it from there.
Charleston accents are different anyway- the upstate is much more Appalachian.
If you wanted to do a Charleston accent, you need to say later to Miss O'Hara, and ask Foghorn Leghorn what's shakin'.
'Ow famleh hewse is on the Cuppa Rivah, but ow dottas go to shkewwl at Ashley Haw."
Hometown shout-outs are always welcome, but on her 14th Face of Eve she got the Charleston accent all wrong. It's not the first time, and actors are forever dreaming up a Southern accent that no one has ever heard outside of the movies. Where did it come from?
If you're attempting a Southern accent, please remember this:
VIVIEN LEIGH WAS NOT A SOUTHERNER.
It's so uniform, in movies, that it's obvious that they're all getting it from somewhere. It makes sense that the minute somebody gets a part and says, 'Oh, crap, I've got to develop a Southern accent,' they'd make the obvious leap to GWTW and take it from there.
Charleston accents are different anyway- the upstate is much more Appalachian.
If you wanted to do a Charleston accent, you need to say later to Miss O'Hara, and ask Foghorn Leghorn what's shakin'.
'Ow famleh hewse is on the Cuppa Rivah, but ow dottas go to shkewwl at Ashley Haw."
This should be a drinking game....
Apr. 14th, 2009 10:23 pmMy boyfriend is in the other room watching GONE WITH THE WIND.
I hate GONE WITH THE WIND.
But I'm going to cut him some slack tonight, and not just because he's an accountant and it's April 14th.
No, I'm cutting him some slack because he's being fascinating.
He's watching GONE WITH THE WIND, and he squeals with glee, or, even better, CACKLES, whenever Vivien Leigh loses her Southern accent.
I hate GONE WITH THE WIND.
But I'm going to cut him some slack tonight, and not just because he's an accountant and it's April 14th.
No, I'm cutting him some slack because he's being fascinating.
He's watching GONE WITH THE WIND, and he squeals with glee, or, even better, CACKLES, whenever Vivien Leigh loses her Southern accent.
Writer's Block: Really, Truly
Mar. 13th, 2009 07:55 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]True love?
Surely. The definition changes, depending on who you ask, but the similarities are more important than the differences.
I've been- blessed? I hate that word, with its connotations. Gifted? Sound a bit smug, and it's too self-reflexive. I've had amazing luck, it would seem. Agape, more than my share, and philia, even more than that.
Love at first sight, however, is baloney.
The male of the species is the romantic creature on this planet: I offer as my explanation the history of music.
Surely. The definition changes, depending on who you ask, but the similarities are more important than the differences.
I've been- blessed? I hate that word, with its connotations. Gifted? Sound a bit smug, and it's too self-reflexive. I've had amazing luck, it would seem. Agape, more than my share, and philia, even more than that.
Love at first sight, however, is baloney.
The male of the species is the romantic creature on this planet: I offer as my explanation the history of music.
Bar Dreams...
Mar. 5th, 2009 07:53 pm I've had this weird run of dreams lately, and they're all about the bar.
The first one involved turning the school district local on Montague into a bar- Mary M.-S. points out, probably correctly, that this is my subconscious getting even with the College of Charleston for taking the Arcade away from us to turn it into the business school.
But last night's was a doozy. In real life, me & J. had managed to avoid the Miss Pantheon drag pageant, thank god- but in my dream, we'd gotten the dates wrong and it was this Friday (personally, I can take drag or leave it- with 'leave it' winning by a nose). So J. had to work and I was at the light organ- trapped in the booth, we had to watch the entire thing.
I learned that in my dreams, drag pageants are coordinated by Tristan Tzara.
And the categories! Best I can remember, contestants were judged on these categories:
Berkeley County DSS
Antlers!
Favorite Serial Killer
Coworker Drag
Like, refreshments were served, and it was brie en croûte. Whether that's because my awake mind has always found brie to be unquestionably cummy, I'll never know.
The first one involved turning the school district local on Montague into a bar- Mary M.-S. points out, probably correctly, that this is my subconscious getting even with the College of Charleston for taking the Arcade away from us to turn it into the business school.
But last night's was a doozy. In real life, me & J. had managed to avoid the Miss Pantheon drag pageant, thank god- but in my dream, we'd gotten the dates wrong and it was this Friday (personally, I can take drag or leave it- with 'leave it' winning by a nose). So J. had to work and I was at the light organ- trapped in the booth, we had to watch the entire thing.
I learned that in my dreams, drag pageants are coordinated by Tristan Tzara.
And the categories! Best I can remember, contestants were judged on these categories:
Berkeley County DSS
Antlers!
Favorite Serial Killer
Coworker Drag
Like, refreshments were served, and it was brie en croûte. Whether that's because my awake mind has always found brie to be unquestionably cummy, I'll never know.
Hilarity ensues...
Feb. 9th, 2009 01:32 pmDid you know that Debbie Gibson had a fan club newsletter? And that five issues of it were sitting in our trash bin at work, along with her Posterbook Biography?
Anyone who thinks the 70s were the low point of fashion needs to be reintroduced to the 90s white shirt- black vest, hat, and <i>shorts</i> ensemble. Oh, pins. Lots and lots of pins.
Anyone who thinks the 70s were the low point of fashion needs to be reintroduced to the 90s white shirt- black vest, hat, and <i>shorts</i> ensemble. Oh, pins. Lots and lots of pins.
This is for Shannon...
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MyFace SpaceBook stupidity.
Jan. 10th, 2009 10:22 pmSomeone- let's just say her name rhymes with Gnfitzi- just sent me a friends request on fb.
A message was attached, which I expected to be advertising a cure for impotence or breast enhancement... neither of which I need. Instead, it was an explanation. Well, it tried to be an explanation, but I think she's cracked.
She wants me to add her as a facebook friend, when the connection is that she dated my boyfriend in highschool. Yeah. At the time I was in grades four through seven. And in a completely different state. Needless to say, I've never met the chick, and whatever they had going, ahem, didn't work out...
It's just so random as to be meaningless.
A message was attached, which I expected to be advertising a cure for impotence or breast enhancement... neither of which I need. Instead, it was an explanation. Well, it tried to be an explanation, but I think she's cracked.
She wants me to add her as a facebook friend, when the connection is that she dated my boyfriend in highschool. Yeah. At the time I was in grades four through seven. And in a completely different state. Needless to say, I've never met the chick, and whatever they had going, ahem, didn't work out...
It's just so random as to be meaningless.