I say y’all, ain’t, reckon, and afta’while. I hunt, I fish, I wear boots, I wear seersucker and bow ties. I have spent my fair share of time flying down dirt roads in a truck jamming country music. But listen to yourselves. Seriously. Especially you, Twitterers. You’re a caricature. I’m so proud to be from Alabama that can’t stand it sometimes; I’m serious, it’s often overwhelming how full my heart is of pride in my country, the south, and my home state. But when every word out of your mouth is Southern this, and sweet tea that, pickup truck here, and belle/gent there, you sound like a Sugarbaker sister, and not in a good way. Be proud of where you’re from, and be ye not ashamed to show it. But please find something else to tweet about…. don’t trade on played out symbols, expressions, and mottos of our Southernness. There are plenty of beautiful things that accompany living here and having a heart that is anchored here; utilize them.
Excerpt from A Gentleman’s Journal blog.