To the outside eye, I am sure that I seem to embody most all things Southern. I enjoy throwing parties where sweet tea and cornhole are involved. I have been reading Southern Living since I was 10 years-old (about the same time I became proficient in cooking up a batch of grits). To any “yes,” “no,” or “thank you,” I am aware that I must attach either a “sir” or a “ma’am.” My favorite authors are Faulkner and Conroy and the only real place to vacation is the Gulf Coast.
Therefore, I am sure that it comes as a shock to most when they realize I am the very antithesis of the traditional Southern Belle or even the traditional Southerner.
In the next few posts, I would like to discuss how my environment has helped shaped the type of person I am now. Living here has made me realize terrible and wonderful things about the world. Growing up in Tennessee has helped me realize my religious, political, and philosophical outlooks on life and how very different they seem to be from everyone else who lives here.
To begin with, I feel the need to post a disclaimer. It probably seems that I am casting a narrow stigma over a broad population. I recognize this and would like to make it clear that I acknowledge the fact that not every Southerner is the same. The anecdotes in these posts are simply being drawn from my own frame of reference. I hope I don’t offend!
To conclude my introduction, here’s the shortlist of all the ways I’m going to have the ladies at the Country Club spilling the sweet tea is surprise (and – hopefully – a general breakdown of what I will discuss in each post):
1. I am not religious.
2. I am a liberal.
3. While not a “feminist,” per say, you aren’t likely to find a man I will let push me around.
I hope to address each of these points from a personal and philosophical point of view.
So, stayed tuned, y’all!