I love me some journalism. But, God, do I hate me some English.
Through and threw. Chord and chat. Axe and aks. And when they're finished, somehow buildings aren't builts. In America they're trades; in England they're transfer windows. Don't get me started ... or is too late?
This Saturday night your Dallas Cowboys will be throttled by the undefeated Saints in New Orleans. In my moonlighting career over on 105.3 The Fan I've been getting similarly throttled this week for pronouncing it:
"It's N'awlins!," exclaims oh, I dunno, everyone.
Now I ain't eggs actly married to the King's English, but I call it New OR-lee-unz. I call it SALL-mun. And I call it ill-uh-NOISE. Silent letters = suckness.
I've enjoyed some bare breasts at Mardi Gras, but I'm not Creole or Cajun or crazy and I'm not about to take diction direction from a region who invented "Who Dat?"
You with me?
Keep the Dallas Observer Free... Since we started the Dallas Observer, it has been defined as the free, independent voice of Dallas, and we would like to keep it that way. Offering our readers free access to incisive coverage of local news, food and culture. Producing stories on everything from political scandals to the hottest new bands, with gutsy reporting, stylish writing, and staffers who've won everything from the Society of Professional Journalists' Sigma Delta Chi feature-writing award to the Casey Medal for Meritorious Journalism. But with local journalism's existence under siege and advertising revenue setbacks having a larger impact, it is important now more than ever for us to rally support behind funding our local journalism. You can help by participating in our "I Support" membership program, allowing us to keep covering Dallas with no paywalls.