An Open Breakup Letter to My Native Language
It’s been an honour — sorry, honor
Dear UK English,
I suppose I should apologize — not with an ‘s’ but with a ‘z’ (which rhymes not with dead but with me).
You never ̶d̶r̶e̶a̶m̶t dreamed that my lexicon would abscond across the pond. You even found humo(u)r in the rumo(u)r going round on social media of my…