Sounds like a FOB

A Whole New World

If you think your English is somehow imperfect because of an accent, stop trying so hard to get it right. Invest in time to really hear yourself talk, and then own your accent.
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Off the beat: We’ll always have Beijing

Pull up a map of Beijing. Set your finger down dead center on the city. Draw it slightly up and to the left. It was a Tuesday night in the middle of summer, and I was there, at a small dumpling house in a nondescript part of the city. It’s the part where you wouldn’t go if you were a tourist — an out-of-the-way sort of anyplace you might stumble upon elsewhere.
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Who Cares About Political Correctness?

Subliminal Signification

In high school, a friend told me that words are simply idea-markers. Even in college, many of my friends underplay the impact of language, relying on calcified facts and denying that language has any material effects. To these individuals, I say, wouldn’t it be boring if language simply held the
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Meeting in the middle

It’s usually best to avoid extremes. Simply and bluntly stated, there are people who couldn’t possibly care less about grammar. There are also people who care an incredible amount and look down on those who don’t. So which group constitutes the lesser of two evils? I’ll give you a hint.
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Literally, I’m so not exaggerating!

The Clog has much respect for the English language and grammar. However, it never fails to amuse us when the use of certain words become really unnecessary hyperboles, so natural that the words’ definitions start morphing to mean the complete opposite. An example would be the word “literally.” BuzzFeed brought
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Life in the Matrix

FYI: There’s a new lingo in town. It’s reserved for the internet’s 733t, those who can play with abbreviations and HTML codings, no matter their a/s/l. In a few years of use, this alphabet-soup language can save you a few minutes of typing time, but most cyber-dialogists DGAF about that.
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Looking out over Muharram Bey neighborhood in Alexandria, Egypt.

A language of one’s own

“Do you speak English like them, like the Americans?” my grandmother asked, puzzled, as though she had never contemplated the prospect before. “Yes, Grandma, I speak English like them, I actually study language. I write, too,” I responded, watching as the expression of bewilderment on her face grew into a
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