Honestly, the original question was a good one. That snarky reply in the original picture was pretty douchey. There’s a lot of interesting history behind linguistics.
I understand languages get to change over time and once upon a time edinborough was actually pronounced close to it’s spelling, not the butchered edinbra of today. But why the fuck hasn’t the spelling catch up completely puzzles me, since no other language I’ve heard of has issues to the same degree.
You leave potatoes out of this. They are literally the food of gods and glorious when fried!
Edit: I grew up on a farm next to a small river in Minnesota called Pomme de Terre. And due the light sandy soil, it was excellent for growing pomme de terres and sugar beets.
The French, whenever you see an English word and none of the letters make sense, we stole it from the French.
Honestly, the original question was a good one. That snarky reply in the original picture was pretty douchey. There’s a lot of interesting history behind linguistics.
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I recently learned the correct spelling of the word prerogative and I still haven’t recovered.
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Burrough turned into burrow and borough, both pronounced differently to brow, rough, trough, thought and through.
I hate English.
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I understand languages get to change over time and once upon a time edinborough was actually pronounced close to it’s spelling, not the butchered edinbra of today. But why the fuck hasn’t the spelling catch up completely puzzles me, since no other language I’ve heard of has issues to the same degree.
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yet another reason to hate the fr*nch 🤢
French bashing is overdone and unfunny
39 people disagree apparently, not counting me. Humour is subjective after all. If anything, forcing your humour to others is even more overdone imo.
i dont rly care, just saying that its rly annoying and fucking dumb
Well I don’t care about your opinion either. We have so much in common 🥴
Why do you keep answering then
I may not care about your opinions, but I do care about getting that message to you. It’s called communication btw
C’est la vie
C’est la vie
C’est la guerre
C’est la pomme de terre
You leave potatoes out of this. They are literally the food of gods and glorious when fried!
Edit: I grew up on a farm next to a small river in Minnesota called Pomme de Terre. And due the light sandy soil, it was excellent for growing pomme de terres and sugar beets.
The French invaded England and forced them to adopt their horrific clown language. FTFY.