Differences in Language
Today I was ready a list of stories from an Englishman, cleverly entitled Things my girlfriend and I have argued about and the differences in language struck me. They also reminded me of a funny story. A bit of background first: I hate rap music. I don't like it at all. Never have, probably never will. Please believe me when I say this causes plenty of problems for me. My generation is the Eminem, Gansta rap wannabe, hard-core suburban white kid generation. Trying to interact with these people is extremely trying. Now back to the story.
Back in 1999 I was in Ireland visiting my family. One fine summer day we were out and about touring the Dingle peninsula. A strange fact about Europe crops up here. They love pop music. I mean they can't get enough of it. So there we are, driving along, ooohing and aahing at all the appropriate places when the new Eminem song (his first song - whichever it was) comes on the radio. I gnash my teeth but figure "Well, it's their car, they can listen to whatever they want." Then they proceed to question me about the song. Such as "What's Kool-Aid?" "What's a fifth?" und so wieter. For the next few hours I spent my time decyphering American lyrics for my Irish cousins. I didn't think I'd ever feel clean after that. Ack. It's amazing that people who share the same language, the same generation, and the same bloodline can be so different.
"The coldest winter I've ever experienced is the summer I spent in Ireland." - S
Back in 1999 I was in Ireland visiting my family. One fine summer day we were out and about touring the Dingle peninsula. A strange fact about Europe crops up here. They love pop music. I mean they can't get enough of it. So there we are, driving along, ooohing and aahing at all the appropriate places when the new Eminem song (his first song - whichever it was) comes on the radio. I gnash my teeth but figure "Well, it's their car, they can listen to whatever they want." Then they proceed to question me about the song. Such as "What's Kool-Aid?" "What's a fifth?" und so wieter. For the next few hours I spent my time decyphering American lyrics for my Irish cousins. I didn't think I'd ever feel clean after that. Ack. It's amazing that people who share the same language, the same generation, and the same bloodline can be so different.
"The coldest winter I've ever experienced is the summer I spent in Ireland." - S
