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Subject: To all of ya'll Suthen or not!
Someone once noted that a Southerner can get
away with the most awful kind of insult just as long as it's prefaced with the
words, "Bless her heart" or "Bless his heart." As in, "Bless his heart, if they
put his brain on the head of a pin, it'd roll around like a BB on a six lane
highway." Or, "Bless her heart, she's so bucktoothed, she could eat an apple
through a picket fence."
There are also the sneakier ones: "You know,
it's amazing that even though she had that baby 7 months after they were
married, bless her heart, it weighed 10 pounds."
As long as the heart is sufficiently blessed,
the insult can't be all that bad. I was thinking about this the other day when
a friend was telling about her new Northern friend who was upset because her
toddler is just beginning to talk and he has a Southern accent. My friend, who
is very kind and, bless her heart, cannot do a thing about those thighs of hers,
was justifiably miffed about this. After all, this woman had CHOSEN to move to
the South a couple of years ago. "Can you believe it?" said her friend. "A child
of mine is going to be taaaallllkkin liiiike thiiiissss."
Now, don't get me wrong. Some of my dearest
friends are from the North, bless their hearts. I welcome their perspective,
their friendships and their recipes for authentic Northern Italian food. I've
even gotten past their endless complaints that you can't find good bread down
here. And the heathens, bless their hearts, don't like cornbread!
The ones that really gore my ox are the native
Southerners who have begun to act almost embarrassed about their speech. We've
already lost too much. I was raised to swanee, not swear, but you hardly ever
hear anyone say that anymore, I swanee you don't.
And I've caught myself thinking twice before
saying something is "right much;" "right close" or "right good" because
non-natives think this is right funny indeed. Bless their hearts! I have a
friend from Bawston who thinks it's hilarious when I say I've got to "carry" my
daughter to the doctor or "cut off" the light. She also gets a giggle every time
I am "fixin" to do something.
And, bless their heart, they don't know where
"over yonder" is, or what, "I reckon" means. My personal favorite was my aunt
saying, "Bless her heart, she can't help being ugly, but she could've stayed
home."
To those of you who're still a little
embarrassed by your Southerness: Take two tent revivals and a dose of sausage
gravy and call me in the morning. Bless your heart!
And to those of you who are still having a hard
time understanding all this Suthen stuff, bless your hearts, I hear they are
fixin to have classes on Suthenese as a second language!
Bye Ya'll.
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