Like, totally. Oh. My. Gawd, dude. Friends introduced me to young women who sounded exactly like Moon Zappa’s Valley Girl parody. I met an astonishing number of phonies. And like, sooo many people were the type to hug you while stabbing you in the back.
The people I spent the most time with were very cool and very sweet, and were far from fake.
My BF told me he fell in love w/me so quickly because I’m real, and say what I think.
He helpfully taught me a phrase, which, when mastered, gave one a grip on the extreme Southern Coliforniyahn accent of the day. I’m pretty good at phonetically spelling stuff, but this one’s hard. I’ve done my best:
Ef you see Baub (Bob), tell him I’m pessed (pissed), ahnd Eyeh’m (I’m) goaing (going) to keck (kick) his ahss. (ass)
When I moved back to Detroit I’d lost the clipped, nasal Midwest vowels, and didn’t miss them in the least. I was often asked where I was from, which amused me, and them, too, when it was explained to them. I didn’t sound like Valley Girl, the vowels were just softer and broader. I was sad when they faded away after being back home for about a year.
