Steel magnolias, they call them.
(“So… you say you’re a feminist. Inn’t that cute?”)
Sweet as jam…
(Hee Haw’s Cathy Baker)
and tough as nails.
(“Now.. Ah know yew are not gonna make me repeat mahself”)
These girls brook no backchat.
(Ah cain’t wait to see the look on his face when I blow that hat off his head!)
They’re not bitchy. Far from it. They are the sweetest, kindest, most big-hearted girls you will ever meet.
But Lord help you if you do them wrong.
(Well, if it isn’t that lyin’, cheatin’ bastard coming up my driveway!)
A Southern Girl will tell you to go to Hell in a way that almost makes you look forward to the trip!
I miss their masterful flirting. I miss their refreshing honesty. I miss the laughter that comes straight from their hearts.
(The lovely Angela Johnson – one more reason to love Alabama)
I miss the way they talk and the sounds of their voices.
I miss the Belles and their strength of character. I miss the Redneck Girls and their passionate love of life.
In a very real sense, these wonderful women ARE The South.
a renga:
charac’tar’istics
gritty fortuitousness
survival ma’am
that’s what’s cookin’ in the pot
culture shock? set a spell, hon
this ain’t your mama’s
chicken ‘n’ dumplings – but we
can be friends, can’t we
JP/davh