michael87cn said:
You guys from Europe seem to put a little too much thought into the importance of the sound of your voices.. just because you sound different from each other doesn't mean you are

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Personally I like the sound of all accents, except when people talk too fast (though that happens everywhere in the world). As long as you can be understood, you're good to go in my book.
That's nice

I like the idea. But the reason we make such a fuss over accents is they all come from different places and it's usually (not always) easy to tell if they sound forced or not. Someone with an upper-class English accent didn't just get that accent by accident - it requires cultivation in exclusive private schools, and very rich social circles. 70% of our government (inc. PM, Dep. PM, Chancellor) went to schools like these - ones ordinary or working class people just cannot afford - while only 7% of the country actually go to these schools. See the disparity? Politics, and the biggest jobs in finance and so on, are about who you know - and they're usually the kind of people you can only meet in the likes of an exclusive, private, English school.
So when you hear an accent like that, the first inference you draw from it is that this priveleged asshole had or has opportunities that you can never dream of, not because they're supercool or smart, but because their parent or grandparents got rich. I know it's not the fault of the younger people who have accents and backgrounds like these - I mean, good on their parents/grandparents for making it big - but every time they speak with that smug accent it reminds We Plebs of how upside down the system is.
And also they tend to swan about with a sense of self importance that makes me want to SCREAM. I've waitressed at dozens of their fucking 'balls' and 'midnight breakfasts' since I started studying, and the upper-class are like no other customers - a regular customer might irritate or antagonise you, but the rich kids and their parents? They don't even
notice you. No eye contact at all. You are a bit of furniture there to hand them wine, while they swan about in dresses worth more than you'll make in the next year. I wonder if this is straight jealousy, or an inferiority complex?