Jill, our favourite crazy Scottish girl, was bumming round at home (it is the school holidays, so bumming isn't really the word) when an ad for Proactiv solution came on.
Jessica Simpson's bright and clear face popped on the screen and announced "Ke-ahh-youra Noo Zeeland!". Despite being a Brother from another Mother (country), she knew Jessica Simpson was way off the mark. If you are going to say Kia Ora, say it properly. Not that Jill can say "iron" properly, but that's another blog post.
This debacle reminded me about the time during Maori Language week, when I attempted to inject a bit of bro into my discourse. Picture this:
The phone rings in the Random Amanda household.
"Kia ora! Amanda speaking!" I chirp, with a hint of a Lynne from Tawa twang
...silence....
"uh, um... g'day?..." I say, into the depths of my cordless, "...anyone there?"
A nervous laugh is quickly followed by the disconnection tone - thus, I ended my attempt to Maorise my conversational styles.
The moral of the story being you can be wrong or you can be right, yet you'll still get laughed at.
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