Witness little Blondie, blithely traipsing through her dating life, meeting and greeting Bachelors #1 through 50 with her ears wide open. These men are, by turns, kind, funny, impeccably-dressed, tall, creative, or dedicated to recycling... but, she has a few favorite bones to pick. And one of these is the brains bone. If they are fun, they're a bit thick. If they're kind, they're a tad slow. If they remember her siblings' names, they don't read anything but the Metro and speculative fiction. Of particular charm and challenge, of course, is a certain regional accent for which her home-city is so infamous. Sigh. Never was there a verbal style so simultaneously entertaining and guaranteed to make even the
shahpest suitah sound, well, like his antonym.
What's a self-diagnosed smarty-pants, linguistically flexible word nerd to do? I guess the answer is: suck it up when you're out with Bachelor #PhD/MBA, and he points out that you have mispronounced the word "
epoch." (Really? It's like "epic" not "eeepoch?" What's up with that??)
I guess it couldn't hurt to
brush up my Shakespeare.
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