Anonymous wrote:I’m from north Wilmington and my parents grew up in blue collar Philly neighborhoods (they always called it Philly, not sure why that is a no-no).
As noted above, wooder=water and quooder=quarter. There is also a weird long “o” in home or throne (or just the word Oh) - not sure how to type it, but it’s like “heooome”. We drop words. For instance, “I’m done my soup” is perfectly acceptable, whereas uptight DMV types insist on extra words I.e. “I’m done with my soup.” All of my relatives are far more direct than people typically are in the DMV. I get told a lot that I am “very genuine” - by which I suspect people here mean rude or blunt.
Tastykakes are the best! Wawa is the best!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I find it very hard to tell of people are mad at each other or just having a friendly conversation. Philly people pride themselves on being blunt but to me it often sounds like someone is just being super nasty and rude.
This strange Philadelphian way of communication is extra stressful if you are communicating via zoom bc it’s like “what is happening…are they mad at me? Did I insult them somehow?” While the philly person is happy, unperturbed on the inside thinking like “yeah I’m keepin it real up in this jawn, should I wear my eagles jersey to get my hoagie at the fancy Wawa or will that jinx the game this Sunday?”
I can tell you that not every Philly person talks like this, for example I grew up in Chestnut Hill and we could speak properly thank you very much! We all aren't Rocky.
Anonymous wrote:It's an interesting city. We lived there briefly and my grandfather grew up in Philadelphia so we had cousins there as well, although everyone seems to have moved away by this point.
My observation of Philadelphia is that it's a city time passed. It hit its prime circa 1900, remained one of the great American cities into the 1950s, and ever since then it's faded into a rather overlooked, often forgotten city in a quiet part of the country (despite the location on the Bos-Was corridor), living primarily off past glories. As a consequence, it's fairly static and filled with the old social-cultural dynamics of the past. It seemed like everyone we met in our time in Philadelphia was from Philadelphia or the surrounding region, and already had entrenched social networks of family and friends and very few outsiders. And there are rigid social barriers between the different subcultural groups. The WASPS of Chestnut Hill and the Mainline live a world unto themselves, the South Philadelphia Italians also live a world unto themselves. There's a big working class Irish heritage presence as well. Even the "newcomers" seem to join the city's scene by repeating the same dynamics. The Vietnamese in South Philadelphia, the Russians and Latinos in the far Northeast. A lot of working class pride that was ridiculous at times but there's also tremendous cultural resources and quiet and aloof gentry pride too. Philadelphia is *old* in ways you don't even see in New York, which is nearly as old.
Center City is delightful and there are great neighborhoods with stunning architecture. My grandfather grew up in one of the big stone houses on the border between Mount Airy and Chestnut Hill and we used to cycle around Chestnut Hill, Mount Airy and Germantown, marveling at the great architecture, and as a child I remember visiting cousins who had restored a house in Society Hill, another fabulous area. There's also enormous stretches of deprived neighborhood too, including some sad once lovely neighborhoods with big old houses going to ruin.
All in all, it's a great city to live in, but it's also hard for someone from the outside to move in and find friends.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I’m from north Wilmington and my parents grew up in blue collar Philly neighborhoods (they always called it Philly, not sure why that is a no-no).
As noted above, wooder=water and quooder=quarter. There is also a weird long “o” in home or throne (or just the word Oh) - not sure how to type it, but it’s like “heooome”. We drop words. For instance, “I’m done my soup” is perfectly acceptable, whereas uptight DMV types insist on extra words I.e. “I’m done with my soup.” All of my relatives are far more direct than people typically are in the DMV. I get told a lot that I am “very genuine” - by which I suspect people here mean rude or blunt.
Tastykakes are the best! Wawa is the best!
both of which are readily available elsewhere.
Anonymous wrote:Learn about jawn.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Go Lancers! Now that’s a true Philadelphian right there - dear old Central High for the win.
TYVM.
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Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:If you had one of those crop-duster airplanes, and filled it with rust remover, and flew over Philadelphia and sprayed it, I’m fairly certain the entire city would just disappear.
I'm always saying this.