My oldest son mentioned to me one night that he couldn’t talk with a British accent. Since we live in the Midwest, this was not troubling to me. But apparently, a current trend among his friends at school is to hold entire conversations talking like they’re a bloke, from bloody ole’ Englan’. Fascinating, I’m sure. I told him to just start watching a little BBC America and he would pick it up in no time. A few weeks later, I was watching one of my favorite shows, Man Woman Wild (which was cancelled after only 2 seasons and I don’t know why. Highly entertaining show about survival in extreme conditions, by an actual man and wife team.). The woman on the show is British, so it reminded me about my son’s dilemma. I asked him how it was going and was given “I still can’t do it. It’s stupid anyway.” Which actually means, as any mother of a teenager knows, “It’s really pissing me off that I can’t do this-everyone else can-why can’t I just do this-I really want to do this”. Teenage mouth says opposite of teenage actual feelings, right? Again, I thought he could get it if he just listened and absorbed it for a while. That’s all an accent is really, just imitation of whoever you’re around. Since a trip to London was out of the question…TV was going to have to do, or so I thought. As I was going through my
junk truly important email, I had one from, of all things, Rosetta Stone. You know, the learning-a-foreign-language-made-easy people. Apparently for the low, low cost of $499.99 (reduced today only from $799.99 – wow!) you can learn British as a second language.
I had no idea the need out there was so great.
I was thinking for about $30.00…
I could buy him the entire Austin Powers trilogy
and lock him in his room for the weekend.
I’ll bet on Monday he would come out, all “sound as a pound” and “you’re shagadelic, you’re smashing, baby“. Ok, not perfect, – oh behave“- but you can hardly resist imitating that. He would have his accent and he would be happy and that, my friends, is worth as least….one miiilllllion dollars!