Prosody

The French must hate Google.

Phil has a little of the French in him and just last night he started to muse upon the subject of gay speech.

You know, the queenie voice that some gay people affect. And then, years later, they don’t. 

Brian was the example and Tony was the counter example. Time was on the x axis and the night was young.

Rather than go the French route of debating the subject for hours from a position of complete ignorance, I cut Phil off and just Googled it.

The answer; prosody and perceptions of integration in a causal model of queenly persistence. 

That’s my three-minute condensed milk summary and it just about explains it.

There’s not a single topic of beer conversation, and I mean not one, that hasn’t been the subject of some dodgy PhD.

The French though, they don’t want answers.

They want to wallow in the process of pondering all the options for all the solutions that could ever be imagined. Out loud.

If only they could constrain their addiction to problems that don’t have actual known answers, they’d be world beaters.

In the meantime, thank you Google.