There, see? We’re way ahead of all y’all.
The people in the group were wise not to give this woman a platform for her rancor.
Growth in wisdom can be measured precisely by decline in bile. – Nietzsche: Human, All Too Human
Ws Nietzsche a southerner? Who knew?
“We’re rednecks, we’re rednecks,
We don’t know our ass from a hole in the ground.
We’re rednecks, we’re rednecks…”
Cute song! What’s the next line? :eek:
Dear God, NO!
Email me.
A burro is an ass.
A burrow is a hole in the ground.
And you can sit in Washington’s pew, or run your hands along the rim of the font used to baptize Pocahontas. Just around the corner from the church is one of the homes where Poe lived. I love St. John’s Church.
If you like the South, and you like California, you should check out New England. We’ve got mountains, hills, and trees that turn colors in the fall, which is a tough combination to find elsewhere. Plus, no oil platforms uglying up the beaches. 
Disclaimer: I’m a big fan of the Blue Ridge mountains, but they pale in comparison to even upstate New York.
Bless your heart.
Try the Cumberland Plateau of north Alabama, Tennessee, and Georgia. That’s beauty.
Gee, despite your sweet invitiation, I think I’ll pass.
I think this whole herd mentality of shunning those in disfavor is ugly in the extreme. Southern hospitality my ass. Southern judgemental groupthink is more like it.
No, the low Blue Ridge around Towns, Union and Rabun county in Georgia. That’s beauty.
Poor child.
And Ilsa, my mom’s from the foot of Brasstown Bald. Gorgeous country indeed.
It also allows no understanding when the shunned person was the sole voice of reason. This was not one such case, but there easily could be one. Say, for instance, a gay person came out of the closet. Or a child wanted to be the first person in her extended family to go to college.
As I said, this is an ugly custom.
One point on NE I forgot to add:
plus we get snow in the winter. Snow covered trees are truly beautiful, as opposed to a twisted gnarl of bare branches as far as the eye can see. I miss the winters of my youth in the midwest; southern New England can’t compare with that. Vermont, however, may be the most attractive state in the union. But really, you don’t have to go to any particular place or area in New England to find beautiful scenery. Pretty much any time of year, just walk around anywhere and enjoy it. It’s all around you up here.
But continue to dismiss me with your condescending remarks. That’s the openmindedness of the south at work, and woe to all who go against the grain; your societal priviledges will be unofficially revoked.
You got it, champ. As long as you have no idea what you’re talking about, don’t be surprised if we do just that.
You seem to be assuming that I never lived in the south, despite knowing nothing about me.
How’s the snowfall down there? crickets Hey, I think I’m being shunned.
Actually, it doesn’t matter if you lived here or not. You still have no idea what you’re talking about in regards to the OP.
Thoroughly, blessedly absent.
I’ve been to New England several times. Oh yes, it is beautiful. But alas, in the winter it has way too much snow, doesn’t it? (I know that parts of California and the South have snow too, of course.) Say, are the art stores any good in New England? (I am sure they are!) 
You know, just speaking generally here, I don’t know what the fuss is about with North vs. South. I guess that comes from being from California, which is way too far away to really pay attention, or in my case, to give that much of a damn. All I know is that both areas are very pretty and are lovely places to visit. And if they have good art stores, then hey—all the better. (I know that North Carolina is known for its pottery too. How cool is that?)
When I was visiting Atlanta once, I was eating out with a friend, who is a native of the South. When ordering, I was puzzled about what “hush puppies” were. My friend explained to the waitress that I was from out of town and wasn’t familiar with hush puppies (seriously—what the hell are these things?). The waitress then turned to him and said with a knowing smile, “Oh, she’s from the North.” So perhaps California is the North too?
Hush puppies! Mmm…
They’re deep fried corn fritters, usually bite size. Normally, they have corn meal, milk (or buttermilk), eggs, salt, pepper, and most importantly, onions. Often, they’re spiced up with hot peppers, but I don’t care for that. I like the sweeter ones (a bit of sugar in the recipe). There are a bazillion variants (like using bacon grease instead of oil.) They’re crunchy outside and soft inside. They’re a great side dish or snack.
I’m told they get their name from big, outdoor “fish fries” when the dogs would wander up because they smelled the fish cooking and beg. Little bits of the cornbread batter would be thrown into the hot oil and fished out as treats for the doggies. When they tossed them to the pups they would call out “Here, shhh, hush puppy” and thus the name.
“Are you going to eat your hush puppies? No? Well…I’ll take just one…or two…”
See earlier comments re: hypocrisy. Think about the whole mote-in-your-neighbor’s-eye principle. Don’t go accusing other folks of closemindedness until your own is open.
Of course New England is breathtaking. Sure, maybe you even like it more than the Blue Ridge Mountains. Me, although I love Maine, my heart is here in North Carolina. Why the competitiveness?
Daniel