Growing Up In New York City

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Having asked several people whether they thought I had an accent, I received similar responses each time. First was the cocked head, followed by the furrowed brow, and finally “No, I don’t think so.” There is no New York accent. There are, however, two distinct intonations, the Long Island and Brooklyn accents; the latter is what people are typically referring to when they talk about the elusive New York accent. Growing up in Manhattan I have neither, but rather a voice that is characteristically neutral. New York City truly is a melting pot of cultures. I grew up hearing not only the voices of my parents but also those of my Filipino babysitter, Israeli teacher, and my doorman from the Dominican Republic. Always an inquisitive child, I had …show more content…

I may not have a clear accent but there must be something distinct about the way I speak. The first response was invariably, “You talk really fast. Like, really fast.” I was also told that I have a penchant for dropping my thoughts half way through a sentence and merely finishing with “Y’know” where the rest of the thought was supposed to be. New Yorkers have a reputation for being rude and inconsiderate, but anyone who has ever spent anytime in the real New York City—anywhere other than the tourist trap that is Time Square—knows that is untrue. New York City is the financial capital of the world and there time can—quite literally—equal money. Contrary to popular belief, any real New Yorker will take the time to hold the door open for the person walking behind them, yet we do want to get from point A to point B with as much expediency as possible. This can often lead to us coming off as seemingly impatient, aloof, or short with the tourists who are standing in the middle of the sidewalk trying to get the entire Empire State Building in frame because we are just trying to get through. This attitude does not only apply to our commutes, but rather, it is the true New York mentality. A Sunday in the suburbs may consist of a lazy day on the porch. By contrast a New Yorker is much more likely to spend their day off with a trip to the Metropolitan, going to see the new show that opened up Off-Broadway, or to try that new French place that opened up down the block—there will be time for the paper on the subway ride there. I grew up in the midst of all the energy that seems to come from the city itself and consequently I have an innate need to fit as much into as little time as possible. As such, I talk fast—sometimes too fast—because it allows me to get through one idea and onto the next that much quicker. It is for similar reasons that I cut my thoughts off midstream and substitute a “Y’know”

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