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Nov. 13th, 2016
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Talking right: I lost my Appalachian accent to fit in. Now I want it back:
meretrivia:
captrogers-carter:
clatterbane:
appalachian-appreciation:
Television shows, movies and cartoons rely lazily on the assumption that viewers will associate a southern accent with a lack of intelligence. It is still acceptable in popular discource to mock “rednecks” and “hillbillies”. “Reality” shows exoticize Appalachia as a safer space to show how the other half live, without much interrogation of authenticity.
People say to lighten up. It’s just a movie. It’s just a TV show. It doesn’t matter. But it does. It mattered to me as I left home, thinking that the only way to be a legitimate scholar was to attend college in New England and change my voice. I had learned to talk right, but I had gotten it all wrong.
An honest and interesting perspective on being Appalachian with a nice mention of author Silas House.
I actually had that abusive speech therapist try to “correct” my accent in elementary school. (After choosing to live and work in SWVA, no less.) And the school administration backed her up after my mother found out and complained.
That experience probably made me more stubborn about it, tbh. Things would no doubt be easier living in Greater London too, if I were willing/able to ditch the funny accent. The Deliverance banjo impressions, etc., are not limited to the US, unfortunately. But, I got tired of this stuff a long time ago, and like I said there’s the stubbornness factor.
Ouch, this hits way too close to home.
I was trained out of my accent by my parents, because I had an accent that labeled me as poor, and was associated with the uneducated. Basically, the people that other people call “white trash”. They knew that I would have problems with it, especially since mine was so thick, and made it clear as a teenager that it would hold me back if I didn’t change it.
I still have mine, but just barely, and it only really comes out when I’m angry, drunk, or super tired. For me, it’s more an issue of unlearning the behavior to hide it. I can speak in it in my home, and automatically slip into it any time I talk to other people with the accent, but it’s a huge mental block to get past to speak it around anyone else.
Dialect is not disorder. Dialect is not disorder. Dialect is not disorder.
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meretrivia:
captrogers-carter:
clatterbane:
appalachian-appreciation:
Television shows, movies and cartoons rely lazily on the assumption that viewers will associate a southern accent with a lack of intelligence. It is still acceptable in popular discource to mock “rednecks” and “hillbillies”. “Reality” shows exoticize Appalachia as a safer space to show how the other half live, without much interrogation of authenticity.
People say to lighten up. It’s just a movie. It’s just a TV show. It doesn’t matter. But it does. It mattered to me as I left home, thinking that the only way to be a legitimate scholar was to attend college in New England and change my voice. I had learned to talk right, but I had gotten it all wrong.
An honest and interesting perspective on being Appalachian with a nice mention of author Silas House.
I actually had that abusive speech therapist try to “correct” my accent in elementary school. (After choosing to live and work in SWVA, no less.) And the school administration backed her up after my mother found out and complained.
That experience probably made me more stubborn about it, tbh. Things would no doubt be easier living in Greater London too, if I were willing/able to ditch the funny accent. The Deliverance banjo impressions, etc., are not limited to the US, unfortunately. But, I got tired of this stuff a long time ago, and like I said there’s the stubbornness factor.
Ouch, this hits way too close to home.
I was trained out of my accent by my parents, because I had an accent that labeled me as poor, and was associated with the uneducated. Basically, the people that other people call “white trash”. They knew that I would have problems with it, especially since mine was so thick, and made it clear as a teenager that it would hold me back if I didn’t change it.
I still have mine, but just barely, and it only really comes out when I’m angry, drunk, or super tired. For me, it’s more an issue of unlearning the behavior to hide it. I can speak in it in my home, and automatically slip into it any time I talk to other people with the accent, but it’s a huge mental block to get past to speak it around anyone else.
Dialect is not disorder. Dialect is not disorder. Dialect is not disorder.
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