We have all been laying down on the job here. I don't know about the rest of you but I need the regular pick-me-up of reading a snarky blog post. So I'll go first.
Here's a little fun reading material for you: God's Blog and a little piece from a magazine I have never heard of, called Garden & Gun.
The latter is a manifesto about the endurance of the Southern Belle ... to quote the article: "Fundamentally, no matter what the circumstance, Southern women make the effort. Which is why even the girls in the trailer parks paint their nails. And why overstressed working moms still bake three dozen homemade cookies for the school fund-raiser. And why you will never see Reese Witherspoon wearing sweatpants. Or Oprah take a nap." Let me air my pet theory y'all have probably heard before: to be a real Southern woman, one must be raised in the South, by a Southerner. The one doing the raising doesn't have to be one's own mother - in my case, it was my grandmother. I think this theory explains a lot about people like my mom, who spent her formative years above the Mason-Dixon line and doesn't quite have the same outlook. It also explains those certain friends who occasionally cause us to collectively tip our heads and say, "What on earth is she doing?"
It gives me comfort any time I see those paparazzi photos of Reece taking her kids to church on Sunday in L.A., dressed in their best. But can her daughter really grow up Southern while living in California?
Discuss.
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