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2002-10-31
The first episode in a tv-show about the language has just ended. (Värsta Språket, very roughly translated it means either a) The Worst Language or b) The Exceptional Language, all depending on how you interpret their intentions behind it.) It was a bit populistic but then again, it was a tv-show so that was inevitable. How do you do 30 minutes about language in tv and at the same make sure that the viewers don’t fall asleep?
People who talk to other people about words, dialects and language in general. It could be very boring. Thankfully they didn’t just bring in a lot of guests to sit and talk in a couch for a half an hour. Another thing was that they didn’t have the usual “preservation of the Swedish Language,” but a far more sensible approach.
It was about words so I’m happy. I like words. But was it only me, or did it have a echo of the seventies all the way through?
