I’m spending this week in Los Angeles hanging out with friends and taking a little vacation. I confess like it out here more than I am willing to admit (except, uh, here).
I got the chance to meet up with @spivey_e while out here and she was telling me about how there’s something of a North Carolina Mafia in the television industry these days. I’d like to imagine that Andy Griffith is their godfather and that he is running things behind the scenes at age 86.
But that sort of Southern Mafia isn’t limited to LA. Southerners tend to find each other where ever we are. I have a disproportionate number of Southern friends in NYC. We don’t sit around eating grits and talking about The War of Northern Aggression.
But there’s a definite resonance that’s hard to describe. We know we’re a little different, even folks like me who are just about equal parts New Yorker and Southerner after nearly a decade in NYC. And when I say different, I might mean slightly better. Better for our Southern roots, which give a little perspective on the crazy people that live in places like NYC and Los Angeles.
If you’ve got thoughts on the Southern Mafia, feel free to leave me a comment on Twitter or Facebook.
(I am now going to go eat my body-weight in chips and salsa. One of the particular pleasures of a trip to Southern California.)
(Source: cvilletochucktown, via lifeofhunt)