March 20, 2011
ellens: mutations: James Dean, 1955

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mutations: James Dean, 1955

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March 13, 2011

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vintagegal: Joe DiMaggio and Marilyn Monroe in their passport photos 1954

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Joe DiMaggio and Marilyn Monroe in their passport photos 1954

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crossing my fingers our kids look like this

crossing my fingers our kids look like this

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beca: amanda-rae: By e. anne I cannot put my finger on the exact moment I started to feel a sense of pride for the South. I mean, not the kind of Southern pride involving a Dixie Outfitter wardrobe or even a sole experience handling a firearm — let alone an NRA membership. My sentiment goes to the manners, the hey how’s it going’s, the dogs in bars, the iced tea (that I always passed on), the swamps, Gone With The Wind, the dirt roads, the Spanish moss, the gigantic porches, the sleepy drivers, the deep-fried everything.  Somehow in the past two years — before I left the old broad — I’ve become a self-appointed and perhaps accidental ambassador for the South. I’ve forced homemade grits and boiled peanuts on the inexperienced (see: folks from Chicago, Auckland, Toronto and Chiba, to name a few) and played defense to some mighty mean (and misinformed) comments on the region from which I hail.

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amanda-rae:

By e. anne

I cannot put my finger on the exact moment I started to feel a sense of pride for the South. I mean, not the kind of Southern pride involving a Dixie Outfitter wardrobe or even a sole experience handling a firearm — let alone an NRA membership. My sentiment goes to the manners, the hey how’s it going’s, the dogs in bars, the iced tea (that I always passed on), the swamps, Gone With The Wind, the dirt roads, the Spanish moss, the gigantic porches, the sleepy drivers, the deep-fried everything. 

Somehow in the past two years — before I left the old broad — I’ve become a self-appointed and perhaps accidental ambassador for the South. I’ve forced homemade grits and boiled peanuts on the inexperienced (see: folks from Chicago, Auckland, Toronto and Chiba, to name a few) and played defense to some mighty mean (and misinformed) comments on the region from which I hail.

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