Was idly discussing the subject of accents with my Incredibly Cute Wife the other day and bemoaning my inability to master an American accent that I can turn on at will to avoid lack of comprehension in certain contexts.
ICW: “Never mind, honey.”
MW: “But I want to fit in!”
ICW: “Says the truck-driving, cowboy-boot-wearing, cowboy-hat-wearing, baseball-obsessed gun owner! I don’t think you need to worry about fitting in.”
She may have a point.