Czech/Slovak won’t leave me alone!

As mentioned in yesterday's post, I'm in Bratislava this weekend to visit some friends. Last year, based on a resolution I've had for a long time, I started learning Czech. I've always felt a connection to Slavic cultures and people, but in particular to Czechia and Slovakia. Of course, they're not one and the same … Continue reading Czech/Slovak won’t leave me alone!

Languages are not livestock

‘Parlay petty fronsay,’ said my colleague, as he jocularly replied to the French teacher at our school upon exiting the staff room. No sooner had the door swung shut than one of the teachers roared, ‘He's butchering the language!’ Of course, this was a joke. But there's something about that phrase that aggravates me. The idea that language is some kind of sacred cow, some unassailable bastion of purity that must not be sullied by the butcher's knives of the linguistic proletariat.