Pop v. Soda: the debate that divides a nation
Having grown up on the hardened streets of a little post-industrial C-town, I have come to appreciate the lilting qualities of northern speak. The cadence the flows from the mouths of my fellow Northern Ohioans is a sweet, sweet sonance, easily compared to the harp’s arpeggio.
Years ago, I moved south to a land where “soda” is rather vociferously preferred to “pop.” Often, when ordering at a restaurant or bar, I am ribbed jollily when ordering a pop. “Hee-hee,” they laugh behind my back.
Sometimes I dream of revoultion, of countering with a pinwheel of fists, of smashing each little cow-head square between the eyes. But, instead, a take a deep breath, settle down, and drink my delicious, delicious pop. Such sweet nectar.
The whole topic is logistically infuriating. After all, “pop” makes sense — it’s onomatopoeic.
Well, ye’ foolhardy bastards, it appears the majority rules on this one. Finally a study worth funding, and one worthy of JvJ raving. Looks like “pop” is king of the land. And as king, it demands your reverence. So “pop” it is — and you best mind your majesty.
And looks like Cuyahoga county, home of the burning river and other greats, is the capital.
1 year ago