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I’ve tried that experiment. In conference rooms around the country in business meetings, I’m occasionally asked where I’m from. I always ask people to guess. I usually get California or Seattle. Nope. Masshole born in New Behfuh where everyone talks like Emeril LaGasse. You can tell where I’m from by the slang, not the accent. Water bubbler. Rotary. Package store. Frappe. The shellfish is pronounced SKALL-ups.

I wasn’t allowed to have the local accent growing up and was immediately corrected by my mother. I speak “newscaster”.

I work in energy, worked in Boston for many many years before. One of our projects is by a lake, another is in the hills. The supervisor for our hills project asked me for an update to which I said sure. He then said "no the hills - not the shore."

Apparently everyone in my office thinks I'm Bill Burr, but I would rather die a dozen deaths than talk like they do up here.

When I left most people said I had an accent, but couldn't place it. It wasn't the super thick stereo type. Now I see old videos of me and I can hear it; it isn't super obvious, but I hear it. It's mostly gone now except for a few things like bathroom, drawer, and a few other words. And I still call those metal things in the supermarket a carriage.

Yup! There’s certain vowels and sentence structure that’s “New England” even if you aren’t dropping R’s. I say I lost my accent in college, but I just gained R’s.