Excuse me? You disliked being called a yankee, but i take issue with you calling ALL californian’s “crystal hugging freaks”. Maybe if you were one you’d know just how varied the state can be (i’d like you to call someone from say…Mariposa out in the central valley a “crystal hugging freak”). Perhaps you should think before you judge everyone else.
You send off for the form. 
Grits? Grits, for Christ’s sake isn’t half the problem. Look out for the God damn’d SWEET POTATO PIE! To any self-respecting, civilized human it looks for all the world like a perfectly good pumpkin pie. Until you take a bite. Wet cardboard! It ought to have a warning label. Great-great-great Grand’pa Gelding stacked arms at Appomattox in’65, but that proud heritage did not prepare his Yankee decendant for the horrors of sweet potato pie.
(shutters in disgust)
You just answered your own question Juniper.
You can lay claim to Virginia heritage. Thats practically royalty in the south. (Though we from Georgia will never admit it to your faces.)
Bah! Up here in Canada, the word “yankee” (or “yank”) applies to all americans. At least, it did the last time I checked. Yes, even texans qualify as yankees as far as I’m concerned. So there, ya yankee bastards! 
Poor bastards. Their inferiority complex feeds their rage. Really, Red Sox fans are to be pitied. You’ll never catch a Yankee fan, exemplar of all that is Right and True, stooping hold to such exclusive, inflammatory beliefs.
In answer to the question, you are either born a southerner or not. You don’t ‘become’ one. You can mimic the style, but a true southerner is born and bred in the south. We can spot an imposter a mile off. If you are born in the south and move away, yep, you are still a southerner. It’s all in the blood. Now where’s my corn cob pipe…
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** OH, YEAH BABY !**. ( Swills mouthful of Jack Daniels into mouth, spilling half of it down my bib overalls ).
Now, as to the O.P. How about some nice Steen’s syrup over yer grits? My friends down in Louisiana sent me a can. Lawdy but that’s sweet stuff. I’d offer the thought that perhaps sugar came to mind for our dear O.P.'er because of the Quaker Oats Factor. See, I grew up in Philly. Swing a dead cat and hit a Quaker. Mom is one. I was raised one, along with other various sundry religions. Anywhoo, we love our Quaker Oats. LOOOOOVE em. Love 'em. And frequently one will be known to sprinkle a wee tad of sugar onto said oats. Doesn’t make us heathens, just means we’d like to give that freaking bowl of high-strength wallpaper paste some sweetness.
Sully not the good name of Mr. Wabbit. He was simply following his gut 
instincts.
And, sweet tea? <gag>. I used to be in Atlanta a LOT for personal reasons, and always had to ask for unsweet. Of course, between the pony tail, earring of a Star of ;j David and goatee, they kinda sorta had me pegged as a Nawthunuh anyway.
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As a professional musician, I can assure you that performing this action will allow you to make lifelong friends…with the staff at the intensive care unit.
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Not once you move in, and never revoked permanently. You will, however, fit in quite nicely.
Erm, at THE NASCAR race. You more than likely will be welcomed with open arms on the Third Turn at Talladega (provided you bring the whiskey and/or the bucket of KFC and a box of BC powders). I can almost hear the conversation: "She sez she’s a Yankee, but DAMN, she’s awright!"
And Wabbit, I’m glad to hear the 40 Watt is still in bidness. And I’m NOT taking this seriously (despite your Stipe slandering - - came close there). One sarcastic rant deserves another.
As a True Southerner and gently bred lady, I should not bring this to your attention. But, fuck that. Who eats corn for breakfast? Maybe you should contact the Kellog’s Company. I believe they have a fine corn product called “Frosted Flakes” which seems to be a popular breakfast favorite. This seems to be but one of the many corn products available nationwide. I realize that being from Ala-DAMN-bama is a drawback, but last I heard, TV’s had been introduced into even the most remote mobile home parks around your state.
My, my, my, what a mess!
Lived in Nashville for 3-1/2 years. Learned that I would never be a true Southerner, even if I lived there all my life.
I like
[ul]
[li] grits: with butter, maple syrup and milk[/li][li] sweet tea[/li][li] greens (love 'em, actually)[/li][li] sweet potatos in any incarnation[/li][/ul]
However, I DO NOT like:
[ul]
[li] Lynard Skynard: Official Band of the South[/li][li] Red eye gravy[/li][li] Sausage gravy[/li][li] The nebulous concept of time that some Southerners have[/li][/ul]
I’m darn proud of being a Yankee (Michigan, born-n-raised, and now living here again). I like oatmeal (with lots of butter and brown sugar), winter, people who come on time to appointments, and the fact that I can claim that my state is the largest producer of Navy Beans in the US (hey, gotta be proud of sumpthin’ since State blew it in the Final Four)!
I’m from Hillsboro, VA, about 10 miles south of where the Shenandoah hits the Potomac. We’re having a party soon. Stop on by.
Now I freely admit that I was born in Chicago. But my father is deep south (DeRidder, LA) and I got back to his roots as soon as I could. We even vacation in New Orleans every chance we get.
Call me a yankee at your own risk.
Yeah, nothing like a someone stereotyping a whole group.
Putz.
Wyoming, where the men are men and the sheep are nervous.
Tea?
Tea should only be served when hot, with cream and sugar.
Yes, I live now in the south too. I don’t drink cold tea, sweet or not, and I think it’s really odd that you people put cole slaw on food. Cole slaw is a side dish people!
BBQ is great food, I’ve learned. But it is not what I grew up thinking of as “Barbeque” food. Nope. Nothing even similiar. Not a burger in site, nor is there a grill going. Just lots and lots of ‘pig pickins’ and other good food.
Wait a second, someone tell me again why we care what a Canadian thinks? 
You, my friend, are a genius. Not only do you not read the entire thread before posting (if you had done so you’d realize that Wabbit=;) is a good rule of thumb), then you recycle one of my insults and, in a stunning display of creativity, dredge up the old Wyoming/sheep thing. Why don’t you and doobie pool your collective talents and come up with a post that tells me why Southerner’s like grits!! If you do, I will personally donate one semi-used kidney for you do with what you like.
That’s a fight in my parish, ya damnyankee!
Ignoring the somewhat insulting/condescending “you people” phrase (in the King’s English, that would be y’all), I must express these beefs I have with the Grand Old South. Keep in mind that I am a born and bred, true blue, NASCAR loving, fishin’-and-wishin’, son of South Carolina.
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I am a member of the Catholic Church; therefore, people find me somewhat strange. One kid of my co-worker actually asked me where we hide the blood we drink at church.
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I have a blood sugar condition that prevents me from drinking sweet tea. Every damn place I go, I ask for unsweetened tea, remind the server that I must have unsweetened tea, tell them at refill time that it’s gotta be unsweetened tea, etc. Guess what always happens… You guessed it, instant diabetic coma.
Beyond these minor issues, and that stupid-ass rebel flag debate that keeps popping up like my Worthless Cousin Scott, I am very proud to be living and working in the Southeast United States.
Well, Wabbit, I like grits because they’re delicious, with an interesting texture, and a great, subtle flavor that is perfectly complemented by a little butter and salt. It conjures up memories of waking up on cold (well, 50[sup]o[/sup]F — cold for Florida) Sunday mornings with Mom already awake, cookin’ up a warm breakfast for us.
sputters incoherently for a moment, then regains control
If my mom had served me sludge as a child (and she did–b/c a big, steaming bowl of oatmeal awaited me on a good number of mornings) and then had the temerity to salt it, my brother and I would have split and taken our chances with the jackalopes in the wild. As it was, it took a ton of sugar to even make it edible and I shudder to think how I would have turned out if I had to eat grits every morning. Hell, I’d probably be the next Bundy or something. My rule of thumb is if you have to put a bunch of crap on a food to make it edible, then the food itself is crap! Game over, end of story and amen…
[sup]*But I’m glad you have good breakfast memories Pun: I don’t wake up until 10:30 or so regardless of when I get out of bed so mine are all a blur… [/sup]