I think it's too bad when people think regional accents sound uneducated.

Also this. Plus they're endlessly fascinating.

My mom was from Saginaw, Michigan. I don't remember her parents or siblings saying "warsh," though, and they all grew up in the same place, more or less. She use to tease Dad about his yooper accent (U.P.-er, aka, from the Upper Peninsula of MI) and he'd tease her about "warsh."

Now I've lived in NC for longer than I lived in MI, and "ah reckon" is as much a part of my vocabulary as "ya, sure, you betcha."

I think it's too bad when people think regional accents sound uneducated.

Yep. Although it's fun to see people with accents flip the channel on people who think they're stupid because of an accent or dialect usage.

I find code-switching endlessly fascinating, linguistically, and it's an endlessly useful skill to have. I used in in teaching all the time, to great effect.

But it's really wince-inducing when someone tries to code-switch and they DO IT WRONG. But you see this trope played with endlessly in TV, movies, books and commercials.

ETA: Jebus, could I have used "endlessly" more?!

There are two Rs. They trip lightly off the tounge.

Yes, what Plei said. Two rs - both pronounced. Like the two rs in library.

I need a sanity check, please. There is a munchkin on FB who keeps tagging himself in photos of mine. No, he's not in them. I remove the tag each time, but I'm also thinking of making a PSA -sort of FB post saying "Hey folks tagging yourself in other people's photos that you aren't in is not cool."

Should I do that? Should I just sigh, accept it's something the kidlings do these days, and just remove the tags as they show up?

Yep. Although it's fun to see people with accents flip the channel on people who think they're stupid because of an accent or dialect usage.

It amuses me when people underestimate me because of my mild Southern accent. It makes their inevitable defeat funnier.

A cat tree will soon arrive! All these years I've had cats and never bought a cat tree. The living room is vacuumed and rearranged to accommodate the huge thing by the patio window. I sure hope the delivery driver is willing to deliver it all the way into my house, because it's six feet tall and weighs 90 pounds, and I seriously doubt I can lift it by myself. It's three steps past the front door; surely he'll do that, right?

I am slowly losing my unenlightened feelings about Southern accents. Since working the phones, I'm actually hearing the differences between Georgia and the Carolinas and Tennessee etc. Love, love, love Georgians, sound so sweet, are so snarky.

I think that's weird Jilli. I have no idea why someone would do that.

If it were me though, I'd probably just message the guy ask him why he's doing it and also to stop.

If it's just the one person, that doesn't seem to warrant a PSA.

Is it a store delivery service or, like, UPS, Zen? Either way, I've had many delivery people offer to bring heavy things actually inside for me. Good luck with the new cat tree!