… and I’m a word-snob.
Yes, I admit it, I do indeed judge people by the way they speak. Terrible redneck accent? Dumbass (note: this does not apply to SOUTHERN accents, which I myself not only like but also have. This is for those people you just KNOW are named “Cooter.”).
Poor word choice? Idiot. Repeated use of “like” and “ya know?” Teenager or teenager-wanna-be. But the one that chaps my ass the most has GOT to be “supposably.”
Seriously? That’s NOT how you say it! And the minute you DO say it that way, I lose all respect for you and you have no credibility. Jesus Christ could come walking down the street handing out pamphlets with all the secrets of the Ark of the Covenant in them, and if I said, “Hey, Jesus, does this mean the world is coming to an end?” and He said “Supposably” — that’s it. I would not believe a word He said.
I was raised to be correct in both word choice and pronunciation, so that, as my grandmother said, people would not think I was from “out the crick.” And now that I talk for a living, OF COURSE that’s not my real voice, my real voice sounds like a phone sex line in Mayberry. But the next time somebody tells me “you sure sound different on the radio,” I’mown hit ’em. ‘Cause there’s a distinct possibility that ISN’T a compliment.