Where you from, anyway?

I would posit that nearly every citizen of the United States of America (hereafter referred to as 'Merica) has met, or at least seen via television/film/radio (is that still a thing?) somebody from somewhere else. That somewhere might be anywhere from the city in the next county over, or a country halfway across the world.

What I'm getting at is that we've all met someone from somewhere else, and they say or do things differently than we do. Why? Because they're weird, that's why.

In some frightening place, it's normal for families to take photos like this.

The reason that this topic is on my mind is because for the past indeterminate amount of time (I'm guessing a little short of forever) I've been a visitor in a strange land. The sense of being an outsider is fun sometimes, especially if the natives are barely aware that I'm different. At times I even blend in seamlessly.

A ghost in the night. A whisper on the wind.

Other times... Not so much.

I could have sworn my disguise was foolproof!

But what's worse than the feeling of not belonging is the false sense of exclusion that some natives project onto you. Because it's not real, it's a division and discrimination that is only recognized by one party.

Exhibit A: Many humans in Louisiana are under the impression that since I hail from North Carolina, I'm not "southern". How they reach this conclusion, I'm not sure. Since I all but have an advanced degree in 'Merica (with a focus on "The South") I can only posit that because North Carolina does not touch the Gulf Coast that it is not "southern" in the eyes of these scholars.

This may be, but nobody in the history of ever has thought, "You know? Let's make only five out of the fifty states 'southern'." That region has been known as the "Deep South", but that definition implies that there is at least another part of the country that is either really fancy (the Top South?), or very appearance motivated (the Shallow South?).

That's a movie I'd see. So long as he can still be racist.

For instance, if I took a survey of all citizens of North Carolina and combined those results with similar data from other states, plus a panel of historians, sociologists and anthropologists, I would venture to say that the results would lean towards the "Of course North Carolina is in the South, dumb ass!" side of the spectrum. But what do I (or anyone not from swamp country) know about what constitutes being "southern"?

So, since I'm not southern, of course I can't have grown up saying "y'all" or any other parts of the southern dialect. I probably say things like, "Hey, yous guys want to put on your sneaks and mosey down to the bodega to get some pop to drink?" Now, I'll grant you that North Carolina is losing its dialect, especially the southern drawl around Raleigh. NCSU Language Project But we still have the right to day that we are southern in our speech patterns.

I doooo duh'clare!!! Etc.

And that's just the blatantly regionalist (is that a thing?) discrimination that people pull on me when they find out that I'm "not from around these parts". Some of it is a bit based in truth, like when they ask if I eat crawfish. To which I respond, "Uh... Yes? Is there a different answer? They're little tiny lobsters. And, I'm a dog. We eat all sorts of shit. Take that last part how you want..."

Chocolate? This is doo-doo, baby!

So it's not so weird to be asked that, because some humans down here don't eat them. To which, I am bound by the laws of bad jokes to say some variation of "that fish cray". But it's whatever. I just wish that seven people wouldn't ask me in the same night, as we're about to go to a crawfish boil, where (surprise!) the main course is crawfish. Use some freaking context clues people... Or at least clean your ears out when I answer the half dozen people before you.

But while we're on the subject of assuming that people don't imbibe certain substances, by show of hands, who associates sweet tea with the southern part of 'Merica? Everyone, right? In fact, I would venture a guess that anywhere folks say "y'all", they should probably be sipping on some sweet tea, whilst reclining in a rocking chair on their front porch.

Hound dog at the feet optional.

So imagine my surprise when some friends came to visit Dr. Woofers in Louisiana and were unable to order a sweet tea at several "acclaimed" "southern" "restaurants". (I'm the writer, I can put quotes around whatever I like. Get over it.) I had never really noticed this egregious faux pas (sp?), mostly because I'm more of a lemonade type guy. And forgive my language, but that's some ol' bullshit!

For all the "You're not southern" crap I'd taken for the past couple of fortnights, and then come to find out they don't even have the decency to serve something that mother fucking McDonalds realized was awesome and shouldn't be confined to the southern parts of 'Merica?

"That honky grandma be tripping!"