In my internet travels today, I’ve found quite a few blogs that I’m really enjoying, one of them being Britrish. The most recent post, “How to piss off a Brit“, naturally piqued my curiosity, so, I clicked through to read what the Matador Network had to say. Suffice it to say, I was amused.
As I’ve mentioned, for the most part I prefer the British spelling of words such as “humour”, “colour”, “favourite” and “neighbour”. So, even though there’s a gentle sort of teasing between Alex and I (he corrects my spelling!), I completely understand why it would get old to have American grammar/spelling Nazis attempt to correct you.
As an American with manners, I also understand why someone jumping ahead of you in line (or, rather, queue) would be irritating enough to make you forget your manners and scream & shout & call them horrid names. I mean, I would. I’ve screamed & shouted & called someone horrid names for cutting me off in traffic, which I feel amounts to about the same sort of rudeness, but with the added bonus of danger to one’s health & well-being, as well as the health & well-being of one’s car.
As for food, well I understand that there was recently a big to-do on the subject of Scotland’s independence, however, I do believe that the end result is that they’re still part of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, so, still British, yes? I have just one word and that word is haggis. With that said, though, I firmly believe that the best way to experience any new place is to be willing to try everything, and to make sure you get out of the tourist areas as much as possible. So, I concede the point about food, too.
Primness and propriety? Hah! Nay, nay, my dear Brits, your cover is blown. Of course you’re not all prim and proper! Just like not all Americans are obese, lazy, possessed of a red neck, or insufferably rude.
But, what if I really do love your accents? What if I understand that there is not a singular British accent, but I really enjoy nearly all of them? I may not be able to listen to a Brit and distinguish where, exactly, they are from, but I can hear differences. I may not hear a person and be able to point and say, “Ah hah! She’s from London”, or “Listen! He’s from Liverpool”, but I can hear differences! (Actually, Liverpool is a bad example, that one is really recognisable to me.) And what if I love them all? I can’t tell you so? Is it rude of me to appreciate something I find charming about you?