“A strange girl picked up a piece of my hair and put it in her mouth, saying, ‘It looks like bubble gum, I wanna try eat it.’ I was horrified.” – Hairstylist, Gabrielle Oelofsen
If you sit on the University of Cape Town’s famous Jammie steps – the ultimate place for procrastination, soaking up sunlight, and watching people trip – you’ll see all sorts of humans; amongst them are unicorns, phoenixes, and mermaids. When I started at UCT, the view from Jammie wasn’t as colourful. There were a few, but the growth over the past 4 years has been exponential.
Continue reading “Cutting Remarks: The Dialogue Around Colourful Hair”
“That’s so fetch!” I say, after watching Mean Girls (2004) for the ten million, twelve hundredth and eleventh time. (I felt a bit like beloved president Jacob Zuma trying to type that number.) I’m reminded that I have no idea where fetch comes from, Gretchen only offers the explanation, “It’s like slang, from England”.
Continue reading “Covfefe is So Fetch”
“And then kind of maybe just go on international news like okay then I’ll just do the flavour of the week and be like Ireali Apartheid week.”
This was my friend discussing their blog ideas with me. (Wow! How meta? Blogging about the language used when discussing our blogs.) Those were their exact words. Notice anything? Like, maybe, like, every validation-seeking Facebook-user’s dream – a lot of ‘likes’.
It seems that older generations scorn ‘the kids these days’ for using like – even Kfm spent my entire drive through Cape Town traffic ranting about how irksome they find it. But like, I really like like.
Continue reading “Like It or Not”
Bzzzt! You have 6 unread messages. I unlock my screen to a myriad of yellow faces and colourful icons. After turning ‘Speak Selection’ on, my phone emits: Continue reading “Bursting with Emoji-ons”
Dus reeding this maek u kringe?
Well, I certainly did. But then again, I’m a first-language English-speaker and I’ve been studying English and Linguistics for three years – not everyone can say that.
Language use is political and being a ‘grammar nazi’ is like being the person who only drinks bottled water when hiking through a forest surrounded by fresh water streams; it’s kind of ridiculous and elitist. Continue reading “Grammer Natzee”
Since I’ve been feeling rather nostalgic and reflective over the past while, today’s post is more personal and less informative than usual. I would like to share some of my personal journey to discovering linguistics with you, along with the process of transferring from BSc to BA.
The other day, at a dinner party I wish I’d avoided, I told my best friend’s extended family that I study Linguistics and English Literature. They looked at me as if “that’s nice”, but their eyes were actually saying, a) I know about 100 other girls who study that, b) shame she’s never going to get a ‘good’ job, and c) well she’s obviously not at bright as him (the BSc Computer Science student). Continue reading “From Astrophysics to Linguistics, why I changed my degree”
Picture this: A girl, surrounded by bubbles and dubiously suspending her phone a couple inches from the bathwater as she’s crying about the usual angsty life issues a 20-something faces on the precipice of graduation. She looks to her best friend and confidant, a lanky black cat named Monkey. She sobs, “I know I’m pathetic, but thanks for always listening”. Monkey stares blankly, he appears to just enjoy being near water and staring at naked bodies. Strange, pervy being.
“I don’t think anyone understands me like you do,” she adds, “I love you.” Like Bagheera from The Jungle Book (1967), he becomes more animated, stepping along the edges of the bath like a tight-rope walker. Once he’s close enough, he looks directly into her eyes before making the “prrrp!” sound that all cat-owners will know and love. Boop. He touches his nose against hers.
Continue reading “Stop Right Meow!”