I pick up accents like a sponge and have to be really careful about it. (When I was in London, the friend I was visiting said "People will think you're mocking them if you don't go back to talking like a corn-fed Midwesterner." I asked her how she [also an American] could live and work there without picking up the accent. She was baffled as to how I picked it up so easily.)
My senior year of college, I won a scholarship from a national organization that also included a trip to Washington, DC, with the other scholarship winners, who were from all over the country. When I called home after 2 days, my mom said "You're talking with an accent, but I can't figure out which one." Because (among others) there were girls from Texas, a guy from Maine, a girl from Wisconsin, and a guy from Alabama who tried really hard to tone down his accent but it didn't work, and all of them started bleeding into my speech patterns.
Self-eval done and sent to my boss. Her email listing what we needed to cover didn't include the "needs attention" section so I feel justified in leaving it blank
My sister is really susceptible to picking up the accents of the people she's talking to, but when she actively tries to speak with a given accent it ends up being a mess.
I suck at both replicating accents and understanding then. I dread when I have to call a company for support at work and their call center is overseas because I know I'm going to spend the call wanting to crawl under my desk in embarrassment because I keep having to ask them to repeat themselves.
spend the call wanting to crawl under my desk in embarrassment because I keep having to ask them to repeat themselves
This is me! And the same holds when speaking to my friends and relatives on the phone. If I am looking at them I can grasp what they are saying, but on the phone it is hopeless. IT is super embarrassing. It isn't their accent; I blame my ears.
Yup, I'm like Tep. I still have a drawl from my year and a bit that I spent in college in Tennessee. I bring it out mostly to fuck with people, though. If I move back there, I'll need to cut it out, probably!
Our Utah cousins are coming to town for a visit soon. Mildly dreading the political discussions that might ensue. I'm predicting that the one is voting for Hillary and the other is voting for Trump, but I guess we'll see.
My son got into the same magnet as his sister, although that was considered pretty much a given. But hey, they'll both be at the same school again! For a year, then it's off to high school. Yipes!
I also have a weird accent that I use when I sing, and I have no idea where it's coming from.
It used to make me giggle a bit, these British rockers singing with a forced blues-southern accent, mimicking their musical heroes. As if that's the way lyrics *must* be pronounced.
It always perks up my ears a bit when an actor pulls out a legitimate regional south accent rather than fake generic "southern." And though I have soft consonants and the occasional slurred vowel, I don't think I have as area-specific an accent as I grew up with. But my ears do snap to attention when I hear rural NC on my teevee. Such as Leon Rippy on Saving Grace. Or the occasional NC LEO interviewed on national news.