Good Lord-- I'm like a 2.5 out of 10 (err 9) on this list. Parents are from NYC, I've lived in SC, New Jersey, Florida and Atlanta. The funny thing is if there was a similar article about northerners I would probably be a 2-3 as well.
How many of these 'virtues' do you have?
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What if … I’m really NOT that “Southern” after all?
I was born in south Alabama. Make that “deep south” Alabama. Wonderful water sports, boiled shrimp, and dogs named “Bear”. Yet, I now wonder if my late Daddy wouldn’t jokingly declare me a “misguided Yankee”. Why? I’m missing a few lifestyle traits that are common to most Southern men.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I love grits, college football, Southern hospitality, chivalry, and reading my Bible daily. I reckon all that would qualify me as “Southern” as “gravy-on-a-biscuit”, by Daddy’s definition.
However, Daddy might face-palm over other “Southern Boy” character virtues that I simply didn’t inherit. Here’s 10 ways that I’m just NOT a “Southern Man”:
10. NASCAR – It isn’t that I don’t marvel at a bunch of fast cars making left turns for 4 hours. I don’t. I’m just stunned that EVERYBODY ELSE in the South seems able to watch it for more than 6 seconds without the services of a certified counselor. Watching NASCAR drives me insane. Pun intended.
9. Okra – I don’t care how you cook it. If I ever swallow poison, just give me okra. I’ll throw up that poison in a heartbeat.
8. Hunting – bores me to tears. I once fell out of a deer stand. Twice. How? Fell asleep. Not that I missed anything. I’ve seen more deer on Bells Ferry Road than I ever saw while hunting.
7. Fishing – In the Gulf? I get seasick every time. In Granddaddy’s pond? I’d rather hit old golf balls into it than clean the two bream it takes to make a meal.
6. There is no number 6. Okay, … so that’s not a Southern joke. It’s an English/Monty Python joke.
5. Grammar – Southern liberties with proper English grammar never cut it with Daddy, so he wouldn’t groan about this one. Daddy was deceased before I said “ain’t” the first time. I still don’t end questions with a preposition.
4. Attire – Dressing like Larry the Cable Guy wasn’t tolerated in my youth. However, Daddy was fine with the outdoors donning of sports teams’ caps. Except Auburn, of course.
3. Pick-up Truck – Perfectly Southern, but I never owned one. Then again, I’ve never needed one.
2. Chewing Tobacco – Uh, no.
1. Country Music – I’d rather listen to 10 people draw their fingernails across a chalkboard. Miserable lyrics (“I was drunk the day my Mama got outa prison…”), set to twang instruments, must surely be one of the deeper circles of Dante’s Inferno.
How many of these 'virtues' do you have?
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What if … I’m really NOT that “Southern” after all?
I was born in south Alabama. Make that “deep south” Alabama. Wonderful water sports, boiled shrimp, and dogs named “Bear”. Yet, I now wonder if my late Daddy wouldn’t jokingly declare me a “misguided Yankee”. Why? I’m missing a few lifestyle traits that are common to most Southern men.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I love grits, college football, Southern hospitality, chivalry, and reading my Bible daily. I reckon all that would qualify me as “Southern” as “gravy-on-a-biscuit”, by Daddy’s definition.
However, Daddy might face-palm over other “Southern Boy” character virtues that I simply didn’t inherit. Here’s 10 ways that I’m just NOT a “Southern Man”:
10. NASCAR – It isn’t that I don’t marvel at a bunch of fast cars making left turns for 4 hours. I don’t. I’m just stunned that EVERYBODY ELSE in the South seems able to watch it for more than 6 seconds without the services of a certified counselor. Watching NASCAR drives me insane. Pun intended.
9. Okra – I don’t care how you cook it. If I ever swallow poison, just give me okra. I’ll throw up that poison in a heartbeat.
8. Hunting – bores me to tears. I once fell out of a deer stand. Twice. How? Fell asleep. Not that I missed anything. I’ve seen more deer on Bells Ferry Road than I ever saw while hunting.
7. Fishing – In the Gulf? I get seasick every time. In Granddaddy’s pond? I’d rather hit old golf balls into it than clean the two bream it takes to make a meal.
6. There is no number 6. Okay, … so that’s not a Southern joke. It’s an English/Monty Python joke.
5. Grammar – Southern liberties with proper English grammar never cut it with Daddy, so he wouldn’t groan about this one. Daddy was deceased before I said “ain’t” the first time. I still don’t end questions with a preposition.
4. Attire – Dressing like Larry the Cable Guy wasn’t tolerated in my youth. However, Daddy was fine with the outdoors donning of sports teams’ caps. Except Auburn, of course.
3. Pick-up Truck – Perfectly Southern, but I never owned one. Then again, I’ve never needed one.
2. Chewing Tobacco – Uh, no.
1. Country Music – I’d rather listen to 10 people draw their fingernails across a chalkboard. Miserable lyrics (“I was drunk the day my Mama got outa prison…”), set to twang instruments, must surely be one of the deeper circles of Dante’s Inferno.