I talk like a valley girl.
As one recent commenter pointed out, I talk like a valley girl. I can’t help it! I tell people that it’s because I grew up in Southern California, but actually, I don’t know anyone in Southern California who actually speaks this way.
Maybe this is because I grew up on too much Buffy, Clueless, and Legally Blonde?
I did speech and debate in high school and I’ve had a lot of public speaking experience, but somehow, I’ve never shed this unfortunate accent. When I was a child, I even had remedial speech classes because I used to talk with a lisp, which I’ve *almost* completely eliminated. (Except it comes out when I’m drunk and/or salivating.)
It can be handy, however, to be mistaken for nasally 14-year-old white girl. For example, when telemarketers call the house, there is always a moment’s hesitation before they ask, “Is your daddy home?”
Why yes, he is. But I’m afraid he really can’t be bothered at the moment, and my allowance is insufficient for the requested donation.
