I like to think of myself as an educated person. For instance, whenever someone gets something completely bass ackwards, like not knowing socks are supposed to go on before shoes, I self-righteously roll my eyes. Adopting a superior air, I tell them how it's done. Then, shoo them on their way to the Trump rally.
|"Teacher says people who make fun |
of other people for mispronouncing
words are pretentious A-Holes."
I'm especially impatient whenever somebody either misspells or mispronounces a word.
So it was whenever I'd hear Wilford Brimley go on and on about diabetes. To be sure, his exhortations to eat right and exercise are right on the money. But, when it came to his calling it, "dahy-uh-BEE-tis," I'd guffaw to anyone unfortunate enough to be in the same room as I, "That's not how you pronounce it. What a dope!"
|"Shit. This is probably my fault, too."|
Hmm, wouldn't you know it, not only is Wilford right, but "dahy-uh-BEE-tis" is the preferred way to say "diabetes." MY pronunciation, "dahy-uh-BEE-teez" is merely secondary.
|"Yeah, not as smart as you thought, huh? Punk."|
Well, color me an elitist purveyor of the spoken word.
I hope I said that right.
|"It's supposed to be |
'I hope I said that correctly,' you moe-ron!"