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To people who use “þ” as an aesthetic “p”
getting thorny in the linguistics fandom
þorny*
That also goes for using ß as an aesthetic B.
On my old server, there was a character named ßillyßadass.
This never failed to make me laugh, because that letter is not pronounced like B. It is a sharp S.
That guy named himself SsillySsadass.
Anonymous asked:
Well, of course people feel a bit attacked with that kind of thing tho. It's not your fault or even that it was actually rude, it's just so common to act like not science majors are somehow less intelligent and less important than STEM that people get defensive very quickly. Sorry you got tangled up in that Mess of self-esteem issues. As a linguistics major, I know that a lot of people treated me like an idiot for choosing a field I love instead of something like engineering.
yeah i think most of the time they just see buzzwords and get hyperdefensive without checking what the post actually says. plus ppl substitute their own tone onto posts & get upset for no reason
“Millennials are so entitled"
Actually, the ‘you’re welcome’/’no problem’ issue is simply a linguistics misunderstanding. Older ppl tend to say you’re welcome, younger ppl tend to say no problem. This is because for older people the act of helping or assiating someone is seen as a task that is not expected of them, but is them doing extra, so it’s saying ‘I accept your thanks because I know I deserve it.’
‘No problem’, however, is used because younger people feel not only that helping or assisting someone is a given and expected, but also that it should be stressed that you’re need for help was no burden to them (even if it was).
Basically, older people think help is a gift you give, younger people think help is an expectation required of them.
DAMN STRAIT.
Basic Millennial complaint: “I want shelter and economic security.”
Some bitter old man: “WHAT THE FUCK? WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU DESERVE ANYTHING? THANK ME WHEN YOU BAG MY GROCERIES FOR ME, PEON.”
Man at the bar on Saturday night, Craigville, Minnesota in 1937
Nothing like a ice cold drink after a long day