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Analysis of the diversity of vowel sounds found in southern accents could help developers of speech recognition software.

“...analysis of more than 300,000 vowel sounds finds, for example, that Southern upper middle class women are often at the extreme end of variation in pronunciation. While Southern men and women are equally likely to shift the vowel in bet to “bay-ut,” upper middle class Southern women are more likely to stretch the vowel sound in bit to “bee-ut.” They are also most likely to pronounce bait as bite. The finding that women are more inclined to draw a sound out into two syllables — or change it entirely — is in line with other research suggesting that women are linguistic innovators, and less likely to adhere to the norms of standard American English...”

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"Southerners are all uneducated Trumpies." "The south is nothing but poor inbreds." "He seems a little to close to his sister, Sweet Home Alabama much?" "We should have just let the South secede so we could be rid of them, they can have their slaves for all I care."

I live here. This is my home. No, I don't want to leave. No, I don't wish we were like the North. Yeah, most of our politician fucking suck. This is still the place I want to spend the rest of my life in. I'm not going to abandon it.

There is a distinct comfort from the sound of a thousand cicadas under the shade of an old magnolia. I sit on my porch in the heaviest of ran, only going inside when the lighting gets too close. I sat in my teacher's car as he drove me home from debate circuit competitions. It smelled heavily of cigarettes in that white pick-up as he talked about his fishing and hunting plans. I eat fried catfish, shrimp, and hush puppies from the Louisiana Chicken my boss likes. JESUS SAVES is plastered on billboards and the sides of small churches. Maybe I'm incapable of being saved. Maybe I didn't try hard enough. Maybe the comfort didn't come from the idea of God, but from the fact someone hung that bright red sign with their own hands, trying tell you that you have a chance.

Maybe the end really is here. Right down here where you try to forget we are people worthy of consideration.

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