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...I do not love rotaries or eating lobster, and as far as the Red Sox are concerned I am such a nerd that I feel really, really smart just for knowing what sport they play. (Hockey, right? Kidding. I know it's football.) I also pronounce all my Rs quite clearly and never insert extra syllables around them.

But here I am in Massachusetts. What choice have I but to join if you'll have me?

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Well, there are lots of other qualifications-- like, if you know what a spa is, or if your response to whether you need anything else at a store or restaurant is that you're "all set." Or maybe you're just a jerky driver.

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Yay! I'm a totally jerky driver! (I believe the term is "Masshole.")

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I am a transplant to this foreign land of NH from Santa Barbara California. 7 years later I still connive to get honey (a native of Mass) to move back home. I also do not love rotaries, snow, lobstah (allergic), deciphering the R Free language, icy roads, bugs or driving in Bahstahn ... ;)

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Leslie, the problem is you're living in New Hampshire. If you lived in Mass., or Boston, then it'd all be OK. ; ) (Sez a total Mass-snob-- though parts of Maine are also cool.)

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We aren't R Free. You are totally allowed to put the ones you drop into otherwise R free words. :)

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Massholes are definitely in!

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often people from massachusetts believe they don't drop there R's or add syllables.
but soon you'll be doing it just like the rest of us.

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I've lived in Mass. since 1989 - transplanted from upstate New York. My wife (also from upstate NY) can't stand that I can turn the accent on and off at will.

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Tracy, you make an excellent point.

Still, after 12 years here, I do believe my Rs remain intact. It's my flat As that have been murdered by exposure. "Sandwich" has been transformed into "see-ann-witch."

Sad. We catch ourselves at this, my true love and I, and then we spend a few moments doing rehabilitative therapy. "Saaaaaaaaaan-d-witch," we say to each other, calmly and slowly. "Saaaaaaaaaaan-d-witch."

Nevertheless, I have friends in California who claim they can no longer understand (unnersteeann) me when I speak to them on the phone. Thank goodness for e-mail.

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WFNX in Boston ran a radio spot-- I forget the whole thing, but the joke was that it was a course in non-regional American English for New Englanders. Everything was fine until they had to practice saying "Pepperidge Farm."
The chorus? "Pepp-ridge FAAAHHHMMMM." I practically rearended someone the first time I heard it, I was laughing so hard.

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That was unfair. Now I want cookies. ;)

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Well, are you a Milano, a Brussels, a Chessmen, or a Gingerman kinda gal?

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