Accents

For those Americans who know a foreign language like French, being able to speak with the accent of a Frenchman is probably a crowning glory.  To sound more French than you do American.  As an American visiting Paris, to speak French with a Parisian accent would likely raise a less arrogant eyebrow and invite a less rude response than might be normally expected from a Frenchman.  When I am in Mexico, I try to conform my Spanish to the local accent.  I can clumsily mimic an Argentine accent with the “shha shha” sounds.   Or the faster clip of a Puerto Rican accent.  I try not to “speak American” (Bway-nohss deee-ahss seen-yor).

So it crossed my mind that when one visits London or Scotland or Ireland, why is it that Americans don’t adopt a British accent in London (“howw dooo yoooo dooooo?”) or an Irish lilt in Ireland or a Scottish brogue in Scotland?  I mean it would seem natural for a linguist to try and “fit in” but it also seems a little quirky that an American would “put on” an Irish or English accent and adopt the jargon (“That tosser’s a bit wonky.  Probably a scouser“).  As you might imagine, I’ve tried it.  While in a taxi — with Donna.  We were chummy with the cabbie.  So I asked him if I could try talking with an English accent — and have his opinion.  “Bee’s knees, Governor” he said.  Well, I put on my best Prince Charles accent, yabbered on for a minute or so and then asked the driver what he thought.  “You sound like a bloody snoot.”    Maybe it was the Prince Charles impersonation . . . . .          

A (Short) Tale of Two Mice

Two very small mice were walking together in an alley when suddenly a huge cat jumped down from a fence — right in front of them.  “MEEEOOOOOOOWWW” said the cat as it opened its mouth and began moving toward the trembling mice.   “Meeeeooooowww.” 

Suddenly one of the small mice stepped forward and in a large voice began “ARF ARF ARF GRRRRRRRRR  WOOOF WOOOF WOOOOF!”  Now the cat – eyes big as saucers – stared at the small rodent.  “GRRROOOOF ARF ARF ARF!  WOOF WOOF!”  As quickly as he  had appeared, the cat turned and sprang away dashing down the alley.” 

Wow! That was close!” said the other mouse.  “Where in the world did you learn that??” 

The small mouse looked at his friend and smiled “That is one of the benefits of knowing a second language.” 

One of my favorites. . . .