Wake up and smell the Texan
So I’m quite distraught. Apparently, I sound like a Texan. Annika commented after watching our film that I sounded Texan. Someone in New York who I was speaking to at work made the same comment. I’m bummed. I don’t want to sound Texan.
I had always been quite happy that everyone in Texas always thinks that I’m from somewhere else, and are surprised to learn I am a native Texan. I always attributed this to the fact that I had always been into doing other accents, and I figured all those years of doing other accents had skewed my own into a more northern or more neutral accent. Many times I find myself slipping toward a more New York area type accent, although just ever so subtly. I guess my accent is so slight that Texans can’t hear it, but anyone else can. I’ll have to work on that…
I rather like Texans, actually.
Plus, at least you don’t get told on the phone, “You don’t sound like you’re from Texas,” all the time. Like I do when I call our res desk in California.
Plus plus, at least you’re not Stokey.