Hoosier accents vary significantly depending on what part of the state you're from, so I'm going to say, "no" on that one.
Walking, talking, proof of that one.
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Hoosier accents vary significantly depending on what part of the state you're from, so I'm going to say, "no" on that one.
Walking, talking, proof of that one.
We don't even have that many regional (or whatever) nicknames that don't connect to the place name -- Hoosiers, what else? Not Massholes, obviously.
Cajun doesn't refer specifically to the region it's from.
Yooper? (Except obviously that ties back to the place name. Er.)
New Orleans has the Yat accent, but I don't think many people outside Louisiana know what that is.
We don't even have that many regional (or whatever) nicknames that don't connect to the place name -- Hoosiers, what else? Not Massholes, obviously.
Downeaster, sort of.
Matt, I'm sorry for your loss. Much peace to you and Beth.
I remember researching something or other and finding out that, in the early 1800s, New York City newspapers would have a lot of jokes about stupid New England farmers, and the stereotypical farmer's name was Jonathan, to the point where some of the jokes just started with "Jonathan came to the store" or something and they'd expect everyone to know what they meant.
I'm sure there are state or team nickname type things that get used in the local news or whatever, but not really other places - like does anyone in real life call people from CT Nutmeggers? I think Hoosiers is for real, right?
Yooper? (Except obviously that ties back to the place name. Er.)
I'm just chuffed when I hear other people refer to Yoopers. That doesn't happen much in NC.
Tonight was the annual neighborhood Christmas caroling event that's put on by the local Salvation Army. I don't agree with their corporate policies, but our neighborhood event is wonderful. The marching band plays carols, people hand out homemade donuts and hot cider, and there's a horse-drawn carriage giving rides around the block to look at the holiday lights.
I've been going for years, and I guess the Salvation Army volunteers have gotten used to me. When I turned up tonight, several of them were very excited to see me, and everyone liked my top hat. Apparently I'm very festive.