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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I don't think that is strange at all. I mean, one wants to distinguish this wife from someone else's wife--wife is a relationship, after all, as is friend and mother.
It seems like it's describing owning the person is all, not the relationship. Mother conjures an image of a female person.
I'm not really advocating/protesting anything here. Just noting something I find itchy when describing relationships, because yeah, Jon doesn't even jokingly refer to me as his woman.
Some science fiction series - might have been Retief - had an alien race whose language had different possessive pronouns depending not only of the sex of the speaker, but on the relationship/thing being referred to.
So the "my" in "my mother" (family-person) was different than the "my" in "my friend" (non-family person) and the "my" in "my tractor" (thing). I thought it was a brilliant idea and all languages should immediately adopt it. (They didn't.)
Terminator Jesus
"Come with me if you want to live...in eternal paradise, assuming you repent of your sins."
Terminator Jesus
It certainly gives the line "I'll be back." a whole new meaning.
Univision is great! A bit jumpy but probably better announcers.
Univision is great! A bit jumpy but probably better announcers.
The ESPN radio guys are okay, although one sounds a little too much like Peter Coyote.
Some science fiction series - might have been Retief - had an alien race whose language had different possessive pronouns depending not only of the sex of the speaker, but on the relationship/thing being referred to.
Surely some language here must do this? I mean, already romance language possessives are based on the object, not the subject.
although one sounds a little too much like Peter Coyote.
How can this be bad? I've watched random stuff just because he's narrating it. Then again, I watch random stuff, so...
Not bad. Distracting.
Dear lady at the supermarket:
When you open the conversation by admitting that you don't actually know where the hummus is, please don't spend the next five minutes listing all the places it could be. I am too polite to simply walk away from you.
Signed,
Still Got No Fucking Hummus