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I have an accent of my very own, the bizarre blend of being transplanted from Tennessee at the age of 8 months to Connecticut, but still growing up with North Carolinian parents. The result is odd. I usually speak in the New English accent which I can't define because I'm so used to it, but Southern undertones creep in. And if I get angry, then it's all hickory all the time. Add to this the fact that, due to a bone development on the roof of my mouth and the fact that that little piece of skin that attaches the tongue to the floor of the mouth goes almost all the way to the end of my tongue, I have a lisp. So we have a warped-ass blend of Jodie Foster in Silence of the Lambs and Jennifer Jason Leigh in Hudsucker Proxy.
The cherry on top: I talk really fuckin' fast.
It doesn't much bother me. I guess I wish I sounded a little more girly sometimes, since my accent combined with my natural cadence makes me sound kinda old. It's annoying to have to slow down all the time to be understood clearly, but it's amusing to have people try to guess what my accent is. So far I've been asked if I'm from Germany, Spain, Russia, Eastern Europe, and a variety of other locales.
While I don't really care for strong accents of any kind, I'd love to speak with a mild Indian accent. It's just so damned melodious and soothing, particularly in women, I think. Like having your ears massaged, I find it very attractive. |
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