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There was an article posted recently in the Fashion & Style section of the New York Times entitled “America’s Slippery Slope Into Britishisms.” The general gist of this article is that certain British words and phrases have seeped into our vernacular as of late, and are on the rise. “Fortnight” “cheers” “no worries” and similar, are popping up in daily conversation (as the article notes, particularly in the Northeast corridor) with a certain amount of regularity.

The tone of the article indicates the inclination for this current trend of British imitation to spin off into ridiculousness. An excerpt:

But borrowing from the Mother Tongue can be a slippery slope into absurdity, said David Coggins, a writer who lives in the West Village. “You find yourself calling your friends ‘lads,’ which is generally accepted,” said Mr. Coggins, 36. “The next thing you know, you’re calling them ‘chaps,’ which they might loosely tolerate. And then you say ‘tallyho’ and you’re greeted with a blank stare.”

I, on the other hand, find all of this to be positively delightful. I found myself reading the article having to squash squeals of glee over the next wave of the British invasion. Books, music, television programs, actors, and yes, now language.

This. is. perfect.

I absolutely love all things British. I simply cannot get enough. I have British tea (really from Britain, thanks to Nat and her mum), a British tea tin by British designer Emma Bridgewater, a union jack canvass bag, oven mit, key chain, and 2012 olympic tee shirt and a Team GB traveling tea mug. On my desk at work sits a package of clearly touristy tea, still in it’s packing with pictures of Big Ben, the London bridge and I ❤ London. (Truthfully, all of this is thanks to Nat’s mum, she really feeds my obsession.)

So now that the language is coming over, we might as well just rewind that revolutionary war back and hop across the pond and reclaim our heritage (or, my heritage, I’m willing to share). I would, however, like to keep American secularism, and dental care.
Cheers, chaps, I’m off to the loo.