I have a love-hate thing going on with the South. Of course, my congregant from Mississippi would tell me (rightly) that I am nowhere near ‘The South’ here in Virginia – she’d be right as far as that goes, but she’d be wrong too.
Today, I have to say that the stereotypical Southern approach to conflict – avoid, change the subject, cajole, agree to disagree, offer up prayer (for anything, it really doesn’t matter much what) as a way to get folks to just shut up – that of avoidance, the coming-at-you-sideways way of life, while useful from time to time, is exhausting for this gal of ‘The North’.*
So I’m going to forgive my Southern friends for having absolutely no idea how to do direct conflict – they were taught a very different way. But I am going to suggest to them that they take some lessons before entering such fraught arenas as FB.
Most, if not all, of my Southern friends will protest that this is not a North-South thing. I beg to differ: it’s fried chicken, for heaven’s sake!
And only in the South (of the United States) would anyone (1) buy something and (2) have the something bought be fried chicken and (3) call that a protest.
* ‘The North’ – I know, I know: West Virginia isn’t the north. Except it is – at least when you’re living in the South. It’s only the South when you’re living in the North. (Try explaining that one to a visitor from another country).
**Here’s a hint at what’s going on here: I’m trying to do the Southern indirect thing and I am woefully inadequate to the task (Exhibit A: what I’ve written above). So here’s the direct skinny: I’m guessing you, my Southern buds, will be offended by the above. Don’t be: it’s actually an example of what I’m talking about. This is not bating, hating, speech. It’s humor as a way to express a disagreement, which leaves wide open what the actual disagreement is/might be.