Yeah, like Gwyneth Paltrow’s mom. Yes, I know she was on M*A*S*H. Seriously, I know.
Not, however, like Blithe Spirit. Well, kind of, but with a Y. It does matter, actually.
And no, it’s not Life or Blanche or Mike or Blight or, seriously, Blith. It does not rhyme with “with.” It doesn’t rhyme with anything. No, not even Wife. Or Tithe.
I don’t care at all if you pronounce it with a hard TH or a soft TH (I’ll bet you didn’t even know there was a difference). My mom says it with a soft TH so I’m guessing that’s the right way. But I honestly don’t care.
Just please don’t call me Beth.
My Fucking Name is Blythe.