Originally posted by graphicgr8s I'm all for quality goods as I know you are from another thread. It would be my pleasure ma'am.
**DISCLAIMER**
There is NOTHING derogatory about "ma'am. It is a southern way of being polite and should in no way be subject to any interpretation, reinterpretation or misinterpretation.
Heehee. Actually, we do that in the Northeast, too: it's polite enough as long as you aren't trying to make someone under 40 feel *old.*
Actually, I've noticed some take offense at calling them 'Sir' down here. Normally only NCO's think that's a big deal.
Haven't worked out all the nuances, yet. Remnants of old class systems, I'm sure. Actually not terribly different in some ways. Others, not so much.
But that's one thing I do like about the South is when people aren't afraid to use some of the courtesies. Even if they don't quite reach the eyes, you can know where you stand.
You might be surprised to know that my little crew of punk rockers were always of courteous manner: (Well, unless we were being most-distinctly *not* so. ) I'm sure the idea came from 'A Clockwork Orange,' but we were the artsy types and so much of what we were rebelling against had become so *boorish.*
It also certainly a) surprised cops and b) kept you out of trouble just for looking like we did if we didn't want to be.
I'm all for that, actually. Somehow the old New England reserve has been branded 'Not Real America' in how we're all portrayed to each other, even as 'raw sincerity' isn't considered 'real' either if it has a New York accent.
There's patronizing, and there's courteous. I can tell the difference, really.
Anyway, that's rambling observations, not criticism. I've seen similar things in other areas: one thing is, when what people from the Net and media *say* they're about gets too scary and dark, I go meet some 'real' people and restore some faith. Some have the hate, some don't, and some don't want to know you're someone they hate. But that's why we talk. And travel, I think.
Part of why some things bother me is that I can *see* and *hear* how this town is being strangled. People lose their pride in the real things the do and look for someone to blame. The blame-throwers, though, are running them out of business, sure enough, though.
One can argue about identity-politics and parties all day, but that's not what will 'bring back' what people feel to be losing, if they ever actually had it. Both the 'alternative' and 'traditional' communities are being bled white by the *commercial.*
Somehow it's all turned around so that it's actually the 'Green' 'libruls' who want to patronize small farms and the small farmers 'want' Perdue to lease them unhealthy enclosed chickenhouses on their own land.
The big truck you can buy is the symbol of the 'hardworkin man' and not the work.
In few places, more than this once-funky college town gerrymandered between vast tracts of 'conservative' land and developments, I think, is it more clear that someone's made an artificial divide in this country: separated us from each other and tried to keep us at odds, while making all commerce go through *them.*
But. When it comes down to our actual business: our doings as people, the thing between us really isn't 'gummint' or 'banks' or 'churches.'
And if we *really* want to be revolutionary, it's about actually doing the old-fashioned barn-raising, not who takes credit for and demands conclusions from it.
That much is true, everywhere.
Sir.