Oh, don’t get me started. Would you like to hear about the pop/soda/coke/tonic division? Or the Canadian Raising influence? Or the “Please?” for “Pardon me?” island? Or the extent of “fixin’ to”? Or the incidence of copula dropping in basilectal English dialects of the world? Or the similarities between northern and southern British and American English?
I took Dialectology last semester; you can’t scare me, eh.
Kricket’s family???
howdy!
I dated the stupidest man ever born. He was from Portage la Prairie, Manitoba. Nowhere near any hills. He said ‘greezy’. And ‘gaz’ for ‘gas’.
I can’t hear those words pronounced like that without thinking of him, and he’s really not something that brings smiles to my face. So, please, for my sake, say ‘greece’ and ‘gas’.
I’m born ‘n’ bred Chicago, and for some reason, this morning I said, “I gotta get me a Band-aid.”
What?
My husband uses the word “greasy” to describe road conditions. Eeeeewwwww! This is a word that generally makes me want to puke. Just don’t use it. Ever.
How’s about a nice, GREEE- ZY pork sandwich, served in a dirty ashtray?
Anyone?
-j
Goodness, if it’s such a terribly disfavored pronunciation, someone ought to have told Boris Karloff - “scion of a family of British diplomats,” according to Leonard Maltin.
I grew up with a number of recordings of Karloff reading children’s literature, including Rudyard Kipling’s Just So Stories. I will never forget his reading of The Elephant’s Child, with its “great grey-green, greazy Limpopo river, all set about with fever-trees…”
blanx, another Hatfield on the boards? WooHoo! Or are you just saying that you too are a hillbilly?
You’re not a McCoy are you?
:mad: 
Well you’d hate my dad cos he pronounces it
“Gracy” and “Grasee”.
Hatfield, all the way baby… (not my last name, but I’m kin). Several of my cousins by blood) are Hatfields. Besides, didn’t the Hatfield’s and McCoy’s interbreed during the truces?
I had to give my postal code to an American the other day, and tell him that zed was the last letter of the alphabet.
Oh, and it’s Greece-ee. And a soft drink too, for that matter.
“Ease” -> “Easy”
“Grease” -> “Greasy”
bag vs sack vs poke.
The greasy-greazy line was one of the first dialect differences I learned about in intro linguistics.
Don’t get me started on pricey vs spendy, though.
Well if you’re buying’ smokey… Supersize me while you’re at it.
I don’t like my food greezy, but I don’t mind if it is a little early.
kambuckta said
Austrailia, huh? Is that that sweet little country just south of Germany?
You are right, of course. (I’m now taking off my grumpy old teacher mask.)
And I’m fixin’ to go fix dinner.
:smack:
For some reason, I just got a flash of Dennis Hopper in Apocalypse Now, talking about flying a rocket to Venus “What are you going to land on, one half, one third?”
Oh, and I go either way on the Greasy/greazy. I’m from St. Louis & transplanted to Utah, so I can code switch. Don’t make no never-mind to me.
It’ll always be soda or coke. Pop is the old man.
Pronounce it like E-Z : Gree-Zed. 
We definitely say “greezy” here in Vienna.
Uh huh. This from a country that considers vegemite to be a legitimate food product.
Back when I worked for a big Microsoft outsource call center all the smoker crew had nicknames… we had one “Greasy Mike”, aka “Slim Shaggy”. Except it was “greezy” not “gree-see”…
FWIW YMMV etc. We did it intentionally cuz it sounded better.
(He wasn’t greasy, either, so I dunno where the name came from. Red Coat, Fuckin’ Guy, and Doug A Butt were much more self-evident.)