This is excellent. Read right till the end for the most rounded challenge to another creeping trend tangled up in ‘feminism’.
It’s been a while since I posted anything about the policing of women’s language, but that’s not because the police have been idle: while I’ve been concerning myself with other matters, it’s been business as usual for the finger-wagging advicemongers. Here’s a recent example which I wouldn’t bother clicking on, since it’s just a rehash of the generic Bullshit Article On Women’s Language that’s been doing the rounds for the last two years. And here’s one about uptalk and vocal fry, which does contain one novel feature–a link to this blog, which the author cites to show she considered both sides of the argument before deciding to go with the ever-popular ‘stop it, you’re annoying people’.
Both these pieces use what I’m going to call the ‘let’s get real’ argument, which goes something like this: ‘it’s all very well to call out prejudice/preach tolerance, but the world is the…
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I’d never known there was such a thing as ‘Woman’s language’. I’ve enjoyed a fair few birthdays without such knowledge thankfully and it’s my wish that my three girls arrive at the same age as myself without ever having heard of it either.
As my mother would say, ‘I’ve heard it all now.’
Or as our generation would say, ‘I’ve heard it all now, like’
Cork is amazing for the use of ‘like’. it’s in every sentence at least twice. It’s like a collective stammer, ‘like’.
And it’s home of the ‘uptalk’. And fabulous place-names but no-one ever points that out, do they? Oh no *flings nose in air*
Am going to have to google ‘verbal fry’. Should I have it with sauce or vinegar?
What kinda of sauce are we talking about here, birdie? This is one of my deal-breakers.
Umm Brown sauce?? *said with legitimate uptalk because it literally is a question?*
HAH so that’s verbal fry. Didn’t that used to be how the Valley Girls talked? As in California? I believe it was alright in the 70’s *types upwardly*
I think it’s how I talk when I’m pretending to be sober. Or from Scotland. (Brown sauce. I knew it! Have you seen the Irish film Intermission? You must)
I agree wholeheartedly with the sentiments, but nothing can change the fact that the Kardashian vocal fry makes me feel like I could be a misogynist.
Harsh, but fair.