I’m in England right now – Oxford to be more specific. I love it here. It makes me feel like the least cool version of myself. It’s not that I feel particularly out of place appearance-wise. I got a haircut before the trip. I dress alright. When I open my mouth, however, I feel distinctly different. I’m sure you’ve heard someone with a British accent speak before, so you understand how cool it is. But until you’ve traveled across the pond, you’ve never been in the minority.
It sounds like a blast: adding the “er’s,” the self-deprecation, the acute politeness. I want nothing more than to join in with my own rendition. I am excluded unfortunately. It’s not that my British accent (whichever incarnation comes out) is terrible by American standards...Read More