My family lives in a town called Gloucester. When we first moved there it took me a while to get used to the fact that it is pronounced like "gloss-ter".
My family lives in a town called Gloucester. When we first moved there it took me a while to get used to the fact that it is pronounced like "gloss-ter".
Ditto that for "York-Sher" rather than "York-shire" for me.
My family lives in a town called Gloucester. When we first moved there it took me a while to get used to the fact that it is pronounced like "gloss-ter".
When we were reading King Lear in class I had that problem too.
My family lives in a town called Gloucester. When we first moved there it took me a while to get used to the fact that it is pronounced like "gloss-ter".
When we were reading King Lear in class I had that problem too.
I guess it was lucky for me since I watched Monty Python and I learned the pronunciation that way.
It took me bloody forever to be able to pronounce "Worcestershire" properly. Gotta love that sauce, though!
I'm right up there with people who get peeved over screwing up pronunciations. Where I live isn't that far from the boonies and we get a lot of cruddy diction and pronunciation around here. E.g., "warsh" for "wash", "crawn" for "crayon", "crick" for "creek". Drives me up the flipping wall.
I had what is probably both directions of the problem with the word quiche.
Having only heard it spoken before I was 7ish, I thought it was spelled 'Keish', similar in structure to Keith. Then I discovered Bloom County, and saw the printed word 'quiche'. Immediately, I thought: "What's this kwi-SHAY stuff?"
It wasn't until I was 11ish that I finally connected the two.
Whole foods is lesbian food? Color me rainbow, then, because I always ate dumplings at the one around the corner when I lived in Union Square.
Sigh. I knew this would happen.
Don't analyze it too seriously. It's not meant to be serious.
I'm not attempting to make any serious connection between Whole Foods and lesbians.
Substitute "Trader Joe's" if you like.
I was trying to make a joke. Laugh or don't laugh, tell me it offends you if you are easily offended, but please just try and realize that I was trying to make a joke. Sheesh.
I'm angry TOO! RAAAHHHRR! (>_<) (and I usually don't use these things. That's an indication of my thunderous rage.) Why is it so hard to make a joke around here?
Écoute, HJ, dem femmes dôn unnerstan' you, likes I's unnerstan' you. I'll take me a joke from Joe over dis weak roux dey seem to t'row aroun' any day. Cher, you keep makin' dem jokes an' I keep laughin' at dem. Dôn be so coo-yôn as to let dem stop you, Sug.
This has gone from "words you mispronounced" to "words you can't read".
Let us continue on that track whilst still taking the same train. I have forever failed to pronounce, and read, Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwyll-llantysiliogogogoch. Crazy Welsh.
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I'm right up there with people who get peeved over screwing up pronunciations. Where I live isn't that far from the boonies and we get a lot of cruddy diction and pronunciation around here. E.g., "warsh" for "wash", "crawn" for "crayon", "crick" for "creek". Drives me up the flipping wall.
Having only heard it spoken before I was 7ish, I thought it was spelled 'Keish', similar in structure to Keith. Then I discovered Bloom County, and saw the printed word 'quiche'. Immediately, I thought: "What's this kwi-SHAY stuff?"
It wasn't until I was 11ish that I finally connected the two.
I wonder what my dad thought when I asked to go eat lesbian food.
Don't analyze it too seriously. It's not meant to be serious.
I'm not attempting to make any serious connection between Whole Foods and lesbians.
Substitute "Trader Joe's" if you like.
I was trying to make a joke. Laugh or don't laugh, tell me it offends you if you are easily offended, but please just try and realize that I was trying to make a joke. Sheesh.
I thought I maybe just didn't get the joke because there was some in-joke I didn't know about.
Or was it just random? Whatever.
Cher, you keep makin' dem jokes an' I keep laughin' at dem. Dôn be so coo-yôn as to let dem stop you, Sug.
Also, stop typing as an illiterate Frenchie living in the USA, you know you're not allowed to have fun.