And do you own a duster? Everyone knows what dusters are, don’t they? Well no, actually.
I first encountered dusters in a BDSM story. In fact, I encounter dusters in many BDSM stories. I had visions of a man running around in large, yellow cloth. You are thinking, what the heck? Has Sue had too much wine tonight?
Not a drop, I promise.
One is especially useful in cleaning houses… the other not so much.
Which leads me back to the differences in American English and British English.
As a Brit writer who sets stories in America, I am always being corrected for using the wrong words.
For instance, a man wears his vest and pants on the inside over here, and on the outside on the other side of the Pond.
|This is what I think of as vest and pants|
|And what I write about.|
Forgive me. I’ve just got over not howling in laughter every time I type the words pants. Don’t get me started on suspenders.
In Torchwood fandom, there were howls of derision if Jack
pulled off his suspenders. I do remember a rather wonderful story with Ianto in
lingerie but that’s a whole different matter.
In the Supernatural fandom, God help you for
any Briticisms. Just remember hood and trunk, not boot and bonnet.
I have tripped over using the word “faggot” more than once.
Yes, I understand it’s a derogatory term in America. It is in the UK. We also
eat them. There are so many jokes I could make… I won’t go there, I promise.
|Captain Jack with his braces|
|Any excuse to put up a pic of SPN boys|
And finally… grits. We put that on roads, we certainly don’t cover it in gravy.
|You eat this?|