Can I start by saying that I spend a lot of my day in my brain thinking about racism and threats to our non-gender conforming community? I haven’t written about it a lot here because I’m having this issue with spiral thought patterns when it comes to things like, “Should I post that?” in regard to anything even remotely controversial and I’m having trouble getting stuck from that so you’ll have to continue to put up with some of my mundane thoughts on dogs and kids in the meantime.
Many many moons ago I had a couple of friends/roommates who spoke to each other in baby voices. It didn’t bother me that much but it bothered everybody else.
I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately because Wesley and I – to be funny – speak for the dog and to each other as the dog in baby voices. Like…I’m the dog and I say this to Wes, “Wessie…are you not gonna give Zoomie some of your beakfast? Zoomie likes sausages so much!” And we crack each other up when we do it. Mainly because Zoomie is not a cute and cuddly type of dog, if he had a voice it would sound like that of a disgruntled football coach. The voice cracks me up and so sometimes Wes will use it for other things just to get me laughing.
And then Nikki started – for comedic purposes – speaking periodically with a really bad British accent. Her timing of when she switches to it is hilarious and it always cracks me up. Like…there’s a few phrases she’ll do just out of the blue because she knows I’ll laugh.
And that’s the important part of both situations. I’m easy to make laugh…especially if there are silly voices involved. So my kids use those different voices for funny or endearing moments TO THEIR ADVANTAGE and it’s one of the few joy guarantees during this quarantine.
So what does that have to do with my old friends/roommates? Well…it turns out overuse of silly voices DRIVES DONNIE BANANAS. He knows how much joy it brings us and so he doesn’t say much but periodically he’ll mumble under his breath, “Oh my god I can’t wait until this phase is over.” Meanwhile I’m like rolling on the floor because Wes broke out the baby-dog voices at a hilarious moment.
I feel bad because I can see him quietly twitching and it making him crazy like it did those friends back many moons ago, but it simply CRACKS MY ASS UP EVERY TIME.
So, where do you fall on the silly voice spectrum? Does anyone you know use it is a humorous device? Does it make you crazy or does it crack you up?