This summer I went to my dear friend Tobi's wedding in NYC. Tobi and I lived in Winston-Salem and San Francisco together and share a love of dirty vodka martinis. She met a darling guy at a gallery crawl in Brooklyn who swept her off her feet, and I was thrilled to watch the two lovebirds tie the knot. Especially because it was my first Jewish wedding. Mazel Tov!
One of the funniest conversations I had at the wedding went like this:
Groom's Uncle: "So where are you from?"
Me: "Austin, TX"
Groom's Uncle: "Oh, huh. [Laughs.] Texas is like the New Jersey of the rest of the country."
Groom's New Jersey Friend, very indignantly: "New Jersey is NOT like Texas!!!"
How did Texas get such a bad rap?
I bring this up because I just finished a book this weekend called The Elements of Style by Wendy Wasserstein. It was set in NYC. There's a minor scene where the main character goes to a bar and is annoyed by a table full of loud, brash women with Texas accents.
I've also been slogging through Catcher in the Rye for the past two months (I'm sorry but I don't know why this one is a beloved classic. This is my second attempt to read the book and I JUST CAN'T GET INTO IT.) Anyway, again, there's a minor scene in a bar where the main character gets annoyed by loud, brash Texans.
Come on, New Yorkers. We're worse than NEW JERSEY? We're the loud and brash ones?
Obviously y'all need to put down your bagels and bring your neurotic, Yankee-ball-cap-wearing selves down here and see how awesome Texas can be. And so we can make fun of your accents.
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