Thursday, May 31, 2012
People always ask me where I'm from when they hear me talk. Yes, I'm from the North East. Yes, I might say bag, water or sauce differently then you..but for gawd sake's, I'm not touched by an angel. Not that there's anything wrong with that. However, people repeat these words I say with my slight Jersey accent back to me like I'm some sort of Jersey meat head who's been raised by wolves and slightly deaf in one ear. Not that there's anything wrong with those things either. Point is, YES - I have an accent. Most people do except for newscasters, and I believe they're dead inside. My mom is from Jamaica, my dad is from Haiti, my husband is from Holland - never have I ever heckled them when they talk to me. And YES - there is a thing called Jersey pride, and although it's not my nationality, I have it. I'd just like to celebrate the good things that have come out of The Garden State ... because it's not all this ..