This past week, I went down to Atlanta to visit my family for Thanksgiving (as I mentioned in the previous blog). Atlanta itself isn’t such a bad place to grow up. But being in the generic South again reminded me just how much I hate about the South:
1. Every 3 out of 4 cars is either an SUV or a truck. … Dear Atlanta, no wonder you ran out of gas.
2. The way people pronounce the days of the week: “Mun-dee”, “Tews-dee”, “Wens-dee”, “Therrs-dee”, “Fry-dee”, “Sat’-dee”, “Sun-dee”
3. I was out on Saturday night with a group of people–friends of a friend–at a bar. Shortly after I got there, the troops seemed to get restless, and decided to move to another bar. I realized that this was not because they didn’t like the drinks there, or for any other reason that the fact that there was a rather sizable group of gay men at the bar, including a couple of drag queens. I literally hear one of the (male) members of our table say, “yeah, I went to the bathroom, and I tell ya man, I felt more comfortable going into the women’s bathroom than the men’s.” WTF????? I hate the South. … So, these people left this bar, and literally went to the bar next door. Just one door away, because they were too insecure to be in the same room as a group of homosextual guys.
Reasons like these make me so glad I do not live down South anymore.
