Recently, a friend of mine from grammar school reconnected with me after an absence of no less than ten years.
What was one of the first things my friend J asked me after around twenty minutes of speaking over the phone?
“Yo, what the fuck happened to your Brooklyn accent, Bitch!?”
Ok, so maybe he didn’t say it exactly like that – if he called me a bitch he’d get laid out – but STILL. I’m starting to feel like I’ve lived in the suburbs too long and this motherfucker has proven my point. He has known me since my age was still in the single-digits and we played at the Little Park in Glenwood Houses.
What. The. FUCK!? I did my time at Jan’s and Kings Plaza! We all hung out on Seaview and Rockaway Parkway! We bought bagels every weekend on Flatlands! Did brunch at The Arch diner every other Sunday! I even went to multiple Bar Mitzvahs for Crissakes!!
I thought I was “keepin’ it REAL” all this time over here in Putnam County. Y’know I read ALL my posts with a THICK New-York accent and I still say “fuck” (A LOT!), so what gives!?
Have I suffered a Canarsie-ectomy from my immersion in the suburban sprawl? Do I sound like a fucking SNOB because I now have to DRIVE myself everywhere instead of walking, riding the #6 bus or taking the W-train (is it the B-train again!?)?? Is daily exposure to my own car upholstery causing my Brooklyn accent to atrophy??? Was I tricked into giving up wheat gluten to more easily enable my assimilation into the Hudson Valley speak-proper agenda!???
I STILL know what a bagel is, bitches! …Even if I can no longer eat them. 😦
Long ago were the nights when “I’m TIE-ed o’ yo ass, AIGHT!” cracked us all up. My old friend, N, commemorated the infamous answering-machine message from my ex-husband by making me play it repeatedly for the group at my old apartment on 84th Street every Omelet Night. The endless hours of pseudo-gangster hilarity, punctuated by butter-fried cheese omelets and a bunch of semi-high Brooklyn twenty-somethings, were fun-times. In Bensonhurst, no less.
Funny how I don’t even remember what I sounded like back then…
So J now lives in Virginia with his gaggle of tweens who all think he speaks with a stoopid-heavy NY accent. I think he sounds like a dude who most might peg as a New Yorker. There is a difference, right?
So maybe this is just what happened to me. The result of my father’s proper-English tutelage has softened my “accent” somewhat in my mature-adult years. Sounds reasonable, right?
Oy-fucking-VEY! My Brooklyn accent still comes back after a few glasses of wine! Or, so I’m told. It’s in there, baby!
Watch this video. This is to remind folks like my friend J what we probably don’t even sound like anymore. The last forty-eight times I watched it there were angels singing – angels named Ant’ny, Carmella and Sal – and it made me miss my old hood. I maybe even miss that stereotypical Bensonhurst inflection…
Ralph! 😥
*A little something extra to show you where I grew up. This guy & his brother were upstairs neighbors!
January 6th, 2015 at 15:53
Every now and then I’ll be on the phone with a customer and they’ll say – “what part of New York are you from”. Freakin really?! I’ve lived in south Florida for over 40 years and I’ve STILL got an accent? (Although most people refer to south Florida as the deep southern part of New York.) I think it’s only other New Yorkers who can recognize the deeply hidden accent. Although there are still one or two words that I can’t quite say “southern”.
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January 6th, 2015 at 15:56
Ohhh…. NOW you’ve got me curious! Which words? I’m a damn good mimic – fooled this Polish guy over the phone into thinking I was a native-speaker. We worked together every day for 4 years and he had no clue!
Which part of NY are you from? 🙂
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January 6th, 2015 at 17:39
Westchester County (Mt. Vernon to be exact – suburb of the city). Never thought I had an accent – still don’t! I can’t say drawer. Comes out drawr. Or something like that. There are one or 2 others that I’ve chosen to stop using as I can’t seem to say them correctly without turning my jaw upside down! I always write “youse guys” just to make my friends snort.
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January 6th, 2015 at 19:43
I’m familiar with Mt. Vernon. 🙂
I myself am more the “put it in da draw” type; as well as much abuse of the -in’ instead of -ing thing. I also still say things like, “You gotta dolla?” 😛
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January 6th, 2015 at 21:52
A good friend of mine used to say “inG”. SinGinG – LonG Giland – It used to make me crazy. Every single word that ended with “ing”! Aaarrggghhh! Well, today, if I had 10,000 “G’s” I’d be happy! 🙂
Boy, has Mt. Vernon changed!!!!!
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January 6th, 2015 at 18:02
Are you fggin’ kidding me? Get the fug outta heerree! Hey L, I came out from under my rock!
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January 6th, 2015 at 19:45
Fantastic! Fuggettaboutit! 😀
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January 6th, 2015 at 20:23
I love the New York accent. Well, the one that’s represented in that first video anyway. I’m a sucker for it! I wanna live there awhile and see if I pick up my own version of it! 😛
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January 6th, 2015 at 21:19
You might… Although one of the Polish guys from the old job decided to try “Fuggettaboutit!” on for size and it didn’t work very well. It kinda sounded like he was saying something in Swedish… Weird.
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January 6th, 2015 at 21:21
Well, accents have never been my strong suit so maybe I can settle for being the token Aussie instead. 😀
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January 6th, 2015 at 23:02
Awww…. I’ll show ya what’s good! We’ll start ya off easy… Maybe something like, “Git da hell outta heeyah!”. Recommended viewing: Taxi Driver, all the Fonzie episodes of Happy Days and maybe whichever Friends episodes feature Joey. 😀
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January 7th, 2015 at 06:49
Throw in some of that wonderful looking cooking of yours and it’s a deal! 😉
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January 10th, 2015 at 08:34
Actually, I still live here (ok ok grew up in Howard beach, but close enough). Been to kings plaza countless times too. I now live in bay ridge. Still I don’t sounds new york all the time, but after a few drinks… fuhgedaboudit
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January 10th, 2015 at 09:43
Whoa! Salty Dog, yo! Wicked Monk; Omonia Cafe – I miss them all. That was around 14 years ago already. I some time wonder if that little Greek restaurant on 86th & 4th(?) is still there – the one across the avenue from the jewelers.
Glad to meet you! 🙂
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January 10th, 2015 at 09:55
Hmmmmm…. I think so. The wicked monk moved to 3rd Ave in the 90s. I live on 79th st off 3rd ave not far from the dog
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January 15th, 2015 at 16:57
Wow… I used to date a guy who lived at 601 79th St.! Spent wayyy too much time there…
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January 15th, 2015 at 16:59
I’m at 255 79th st
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January 15th, 2015 at 17:00
*exhales in relief* 😉
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