The Sass is Back

I'm a Southern woman, born and raised. This surprises a lot of people I meet primarily because A) I don't have the accent and B) I like to say fuck a lot. This wasn't always the case. Back in high school, I was a Bible Belter, goody two-shoes like most of my friends.

That all started to change ironically when I went to divinity school in Connecticut. People were abrasive and direct, which at first I found rude but then came to appreciate. There was no bullshit. Sure, I missed the friendliness of saying 'hi' to people on the street, but then again, there were so many pedestrians I could've spent my entire walk to campus greeting strangers. Instead I learned to look inward and found quiet and stillness.

I also developed quite a bit of attitude. Since my birth, my mom had taught me the passive aggressive ways of southern culture--that you ignore cat calls and kill rude people with kindness. As it turns out, these are not particularly satisfying strategies for dealing with assholes. I always felt disempowered and wished I'd been quicker with my tongue.

At some point, things shifted. I started with a few mouthy comebacks to men who would whistle or say something inappropriate to me on the street. One night I was coming home from CVS when a man in a truck said, "Hey there, sexy." I walked a few steps and yelled back, "Why don't you shut the fuck up!?" He probably thought I was a crazy bitch, but I felt this awesome rush of adrenaline and felt proud that I'd managed to make him, well, shut the fuck up.

Now after six years of living elsewhere, I'm back in the South and experiencing severe reverse culture shock. It first struck me when I went to a Zumba class at the gym and realized I was the most gyrating one in the class (something that NEVER would have happened in DC). I've changed and I'm not sure I can adopt the southern lady thing again.

The other day, Carolina Man and I were out playing bocce and throwing a frisbee at the park. A man walked by us, and remembering that I was in the South, I made eye contact and said hello. He replied, "You know, you really should use your arm more and your wrist less."

And without even thinking, I retorted with annoyance in my voice, "Thanks, but I didn't ask you." It wasn't rude exactly, but it was direct and it sent a clear message that I didn't appreciate his unsolicited advice about my frisbee throwing ability.

My mom probably would've died with embarrassment if she'd heard me say that. She would have preferred I'd feigned politeness or even gratitude, and then talked behind his back. Instead I said what I felt. And it felt pretty awesome!

Carolina Man said, "And that's why I love you."

6 comments:

  1. Well I'm glad you and I both appreciate the word 'fuck'. I say it all the time, lol.

    I tend to be relatively passive aggressive. However, with cat calls and what not I can be a total bitch. But otherwise... eh, I think I can be fairly meek. UNLESS it's with someone I know well. Then watch out!

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  2. I am born and raised in Maryland but the south is in my genes hardcore. I tend to really only be rude to people who I know. In both of those situations I would have smiled and nodded my head and laughed a bit.

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  3. Love it. And I can so picture you saying that to that man.

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  4. Or...looking at it a different way....you could have smiled, thanked him for the tip and then used your arm more. The point is you can look at it two ways...one is that he was being an asshole, and the other is that he was focused on your throwing and sincerely just wanted to give you a little bit of advice. Sometimes you just gotta give someone a break and the benefit of the doubt. I highly doubt he was trying to be a dick. Maybe a little rough around the edges, but not a dick.

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  5. Pushovers are afraid of confrontation & cowards are passive aggressive...That's what my favorite YouTuber thinks. Check out his video-- I'm sure you can relate to him. http://youtu.be/zvXXsgMgxiI

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  6. I've lived in south Florida basically all my life. Whenever I visit anywhere else, like Chicago recently, I'm always so amazed by how NICE people are. Not here. I can be a little rude or dry with strangers.

    Whoops.

    Lor

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