People from Kentucky don’t like to be called hicks. But I’m from Kentucky, and my language betrays me.
At one point, I wanted to go into acting, so I schooled myself to speak without an accent. When I didn’t go into acting, my mother said I sounded affected, so I pretty much UNschooled myself.
So now I pronounce “why” more like “whaaaaah.” But I didn’t even say “whaaaah” when I was little. I said, “Whut fur?” As in,
Mom: Marian, bring me a piece of paper.
Me: Okay. Whut fur?
The answer might have been, “I need to write something down,” or “I want to wrap up this gum before I throw it away,” or “I’m going to show you how to make a paper boat.”
But did my mother say any of those things? Well, sometimes. But usually her reply to Whut fur was:
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: When did you first learn that you had an accent? Did you try to “overcome” it?