Oh, it has to be y'all. It's a contraction of "you all," not "ya all."
(That's one of my absolute pet peeves of badly written attempts at Southern dialect, of which I've seen far too many in my history as a writing contest judge. It's not "ya'll," and IME Southerners don't say "ya" for "you"--at least, not any more than other Americans.)
Hell yes it matters. (Or, what Susan said.)
Oh! The How-To of the day on my Google homepage might interest some here.
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It's like a guide to MacGyvering a small crossbow from objects at hand.
I'm still reeling from the anti-southern bias. My dad, PhD in education, the man who raised me to be the enlightened (to whatever degree) person that I am, made a crack about spending too much time around Texans.
My brother in law made a crack about Hee Haw.
I'm appalled. Appalled!
Sean, it never, ever fails that when I mention to anyone that my folks (meaning my grandfather) are from North Carolina, some asshole starts to whistle the theme from Deliverance. I sometimes think fat people and Southerners are for dog knows what reason, the last two "safe" groups of people to mock.
And it makes me furious.
(I mock Nascar, but that's only because I am a Formula 1 fan, so it's my responsibility.)
Well, the North gets mocked pretty soundly in the South, too. (According to several of the girls in my dorm at college, Northerners are all rude, spoiled know-it-alls. And possibly going to hell.)
Hmmmm. That's true. When I am visiting relatives in Texas, most of their Kerrville friends make fun of California. Actually, they make fun of San Francisco. We're all a bunch of "gay-loving hippies".
I've been the target of anti-northern bias from S herself no less. I call her on it, too.