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An Iowan view of Massachusetts
By adamg on Tue, 01/24/2012 - 3:08pm
A headline that really pops.
A roving UHub Gather user wonders just what this "pop" is that Deval Patrick allegedly wants to slather taxes on, according to this article by a resident of HFCSland. Is it anything like tonic?
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I Don't Get It
What possible tax could be collected on the sound of a balloon being pricked?
Suldog
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of any state, Massachusetts
of any state, Massachusetts would be the most likely to find out.
Interesting regional variation in dialect
Check it out: www.popvssoda.com
Yep, I'm from Iowa
Hello....
Thanks for posting the link to the pop vs. soda map. Yes, I am from Iowa and the majority of folks here call that fizzy stuff pop. Funny thing -- I actually debated which term to use in the article and headline. After a quick Google search, pop was more 'pop'ular than soda and won!
Does pop come
in a sack?
cringe-worthy
Hearing the word sack used instead of bag makes me cringe. Also, saying things like pop instead of coke or soda, and putt-putt instead of mini-golf, and tennis shoes instead of sneakers makes you sound a little silly around here. Lived in Chicago for 8 years and just couldn't get used to it! Never heard anyone say sack for bag over there at least. When in Rome...
Putt putt vs. mini-golf
There's actually a difference. If you're old enough to remember when Shopper's World featured a giant UFO and live reindeer at Christmas, you probably remember the little, um, miniature golf course down under the giant American flag. It was technically putt-putt because it was literally just a series of odd putting greens with no windmills, waterfalls, etc., unlike the place in Natick, which was (and still is, no?) mini golf. See Professional Putters Association.
Putt-putt is a trademark
for a particular chain of miniature golf courses.
None anywhere around here. Closest one is in Philadelphia.
Get over yourself.
People from different parts of the country have different terms for things. It's really not that hard to figure out and certainly not cringe-worthy.
I (and everyone else) called
I (and everyone else) called it "pop" when/where I grew up. If you asked for a soda, you would either get a funny look, or a glass of soda water.
Even stranger is down South, where everything is "Coke", even if it's ginger ale or Mountain Dew.
My friend from Kansas calls
My friend from Kansas calls them "cocktails". I have yet to find out what he would call mixed drinks.
It's TONIC for goodness sake.
It's TONIC for goodness sake. Pop is your dad. Soda is acceptable though. I think my generation (40ish) will be the last to use tonic around here. It's mainly soda now. I instantly know if someone is not from here if they give me the weird eye when I ask "what type of tonic do you have?"
I'm part of the 40ish
I'm part of the 40ish generation and also remember it being called tonic growing up. Then there was frappe, jimmies, spuckies....
Pop vs soda vs tonic
I grew up calling it tonic, which, seeing as I currently attend college in Minnesota, has led to all sorts of problems.
Nothing really compares to people coming up to me and asking for a cup of pop, and my response being "why are you using british fluid measurements for a genre of music?" in the humor realm, around here...according to the locals, at any rate...
Definitely tonic
Yep, we called it tonic, growing up in North Andover in the 60s and 70s. We had six one-quart bottles of tonic delivered from Polar every Friday, with root beer, orange and Cola. Only got to drink tonic on weekends, never during the week.
Further reminiscing: we had our groceries delivered by the local grocer, the Hoods milkman delivered the milk, the Cushman Bakers guy delivered bread and cupcakes, the Fuller Brush guy brought cleaning supplies, the kitchen knife sharpener came to the house every few months, and the dry cleaners picked up and dropped off my father's white shirts once a week, delivering them folded in a blue cardboard box. In some respects, it was a lot easier to run a household back then.