Since I seem to be holding a virtual seminar on this sort of thing today:
Sociolinguistics is a term including the aspects of linguistics applied toward the connections between language and society, and the way we use it in different social situations. It ranges from the study of the wide variety of dialects across a given region down to the analysis between the way men and women speak to one another. Sociolinguistics often shows us the humorous realities of human speech and how a dialect of a given language can often describe the age, sex, and social class of the speaker; it codes the social function of a language.
From the self-descriptively titled Sociolinguistics page at Explore! Linguistics, brought to you by the University of Oregon.
Chatted about this with Dru in AIM yesterday: Politeness:
In everyday conversation, there are ways to go about getting the things we want. When we are with a group of friends, we can say to them, "Go get me that plate!", or "Shut-up!" However, when we are surrounded by a group of adults at a formal function, in which our parents are attending, we must say, "Could you please pass me that plate, if you don't mind?" and "I'm sorry, I don't mean to interrupt, but I am not able to hear the speaker in the front of the room." I different social situations, we are obligated to adjust our use of words to fit the occasion. It would seem socially unacceptable if the phrases above were reversed.According to Brown and Levinson, politeness strategies are developed in order to save the hearers' "face." Face refers to the respect that an individual has for him or herself, and maintaining that "self-esteem" in public or in private situations. Usually you try to avoid embarrassing the other person, or making them feel uncomfortable. Face Threatening Acts (FTA's) are acts that infringe on the hearers' need to maintain his/her self esteem, and be respected. Politeness strategies are developed for the main purpose of dealing with these FTA's.
Added a link to the names [Penelope] Brown and [Stephen] Levinson (who's apparently in residence at Beckman in Shampoo-Banana these days. . ) to a slide giving a very brief breakdown of A Model of Politeness. It's a fascinating topic, but the problem I ran into with it is, once I was aware of this, I couldn't help, um, fucking around with Face-Threatening Acts when other people toss 'em at me.
There are certain ways one is meant to respond to these sorts of things -- don't get me started, just. . . don't, I'll start ranting about Katz-Fodor semantics and we'd be here all day -- and when you very obviously don't play by the rules. . .
. . . in my case, people think it's because the nigger doesn't know any better.
I've developed quite an attitude about that lately.
Leading someone to say to me, "I really don't like your attitude."
And me to reply, probably much too loudly for a crowded store, "Oh my god, and you think I care?!?"
She called the manager on me.
The manager pointed out that I didn't work there.
At which point, the older white woman who'd expressed her displeasure with my attitude asked me why I hadn't told her I didn't work there.
And I asked her why she'd assumed that I did.
Then left a beat.
Then added, "cracka," to the end of the question.
Racism is something else I use as an opportunity to fuck with people. Really should stop doing that.
Once it's no longer entertaining.
Update: Sorry, should explain that sitch better. Woman came up to me in the store and asked where something was. I sort-of shrugged and made a suggestion. She asked where the suggested location was, and I pointed out the signs hanging from the ceiling.
Yes, I could have just told her I didn't work there -- not that I was dressed like anyone who did -- but where's the fun in that?
I'd ask if you wanted to know more, and toss up a link to the HTML translation of a PDF on Adapting Brown and Levinson’s ‘Politeness’ Theory to the Analysis of Casual Conversation, but that's probably going a bit too far. . .

Ah.. the nigger don't know no better. Preach on Brother Beavis! I recently netted me a job at a social services insitute that shall go unnamed... (It services Injunz in minneapolis and has the words "indian" in the title.. that's all I'm sayin') and the ladies, oh man the ladies...(pause and shake cheeks for negritude effect) HATE MEN.
Nuthin quite like women of my own race to remind me that I am an incompetent minority man and incapable of taking care of my family.
In short, Word brother... word.
Nice!
Last year I attended a literature conference, and to no surprise, most attendees were white middle-aged men. I was one of the odd ones out being female and under 30. My friend Dave was with me, and also odd, being young and Hispanic. At the hotel where the conference was being held that weekend, Dave was asked several times for assistance from people assuming that he was a hotel employee rather than scholar. Gotta love the racism.
I wish he had responded like you did. I'd've pissed myself laughing.
Kerri, see, he might have to work with those folks again. Situations like that, I tend to tone down the Veiny Evil.
uppity-shinob, I'm waiting for some moron to take time out of their busy schedule of maintaining global white supremacy and, totally missing the point that I've been writing about language use all fucking day, take me to task for using the word nigger. Which couldn't possibly be a conscious decision on my part, because niggers don't make conscious decisions. They're a simple people, who must be corrected when they. . . oh, what was Gray's term? He offered to send me the transcript of that ICQ convo, and I declined. . . "get out of line," or words to that extent.
Generally, this involves using very small words, and repeating my name every few sentences. Guess otherwise I'd forget it, stupid nigger that I am.
I did mention the end of Be Kind to Bigots Week, yes?
Oopsie, in previous comment, replace "maintaining global white supremacy" with "change the world and realize Martin's Dream."
And I don't believe that asshole is still pulling the Breast Cancer Site graphic from me.
Honestly.
White folks.
That incident in the store is way too hilarious. Isn't fuckin' with people during the holidays joyous fun? Sure gets my mojo workin'.
Oh, yeah. I've been there, but I am oh so sorry to say that I spent way too much breath on folks who didn't deserve it explaining, that "I. Don't. Work. Here."
No more! Now I'm going to borrow a page from my Uppity friend instead, thank you and Happy Kwanzaa!
just picturing you unleashing the tart rejoinder "cracka!" at the hapless shopper has me in stitches. i wish i had been there to cheer and applaud. it's stories like these that really fill me full of the xmas spirit. since i don't drink the minty schnapps anymore...
Oh great, I'm enabling others in Veiny Evil. . .
karsh, no, it's wrong. And bad.
RedHeadDread, ain't it great when that happens? Especially when they decide to argue the point?
Still, I cannot recommend this course of action.
Or what I'm going to do the next time I'm walking past a table in a restaurant and someone stops me and asks me for a clean fork.
Because it's really fucking disgusting.
r@d@r, hey! You're the enabler here!
As much as I shouldn't condone that...
The "craka" bit did make me giggle. =)