Flavor. Favorite. Color.
These words are so much better with the addition of one single letter.
Flavour. Favourite. Colour.
Yes, there we go. They seem so much more elegant now.
Sometimes, I wish I were British or Canadian (though not French Canadian because, well, I guess I’d be speaking French) so that I could spell my words that way.
Hell, I’d spell words that way that aren’t even spelled that way.
Would you like me to elabourate?
I must use candour. I find speaking “American,” in all its crippling efficiency, not too terribly invigourating.
Alas, though, to suddenly go against the convention of my culture would make me … well, a pretendour.