Diction
I have a midwest accent. A typical, plain midwest accent. I speak in the dialect most commonly preferred by news anchors. On odd occasions, I’ll lapse into a particular clan’s Michigan dialect (That’d be the Michigan Michaelsons…now in Fon Du Lac Wisconsin). Yet the past few days spent with a born & bred pure Brooklynite is rubbing off on me. Just listening to her, I feel my jaw and lips stretch in uncommon ways. My vowels and aspirations become foreign to even my own ears.
It’s weyaard. Ay can’t figgur it owut but it’s weyaard.