I just had an epiphany. We Americans are quite opinionated, which is great, except for the fact that we sometimes don’t know how to control ourselves.
I’ve found the perfect equivalent.
Picture yourself in one of our lovely southern states. It’s a somewhat warm day, a smidge muggy you could say, and you’re sitting at a park picnic table, drinking a glass of iced tea. The sky is blue with big puffy white clouds and the grass is a beautiful and lively shade of green.
As you’re minding your own business, all of the sudden a gorgeous Southern Belle walks up to you. Her hair is blonde, teased to the max and full of thick, luscious curls. Her eyelashes could go on for days, her lips a shade of deep red and when she smiles, her teeth just simply couldn’t be whiter. As for her attire? It consists of a baby blue Civil War cotton gown, a white lace fan in her hand and a hat as wide as the state of Georgia.
Inquisitive, she is. However she is only this way because she has a deeper motive.
“How are you doing on this fine day?” She asks in her thick, rich southern accent. You respond. She follows up with another question. Any question. We’ll go with, “What do you do for work?”
You respond. There is a brief awkward pause, mid thought, followed by her laugh. This laugh is anything but genuine and is followed by a smile. Then she says those five words. Those five words that are like nails on a chalkboard:
“Oh, bless your little heart.”
You know what she really means? Yeah. We all know what “bless your heart means.”
I think I’ve said enough. Americans, stop being opinionated Southern Belles. Yes, we’re entitled to our opinions and beliefs. But it doesn’t mean we have to belittle anyone in the process.
And no, I’m not trying to offend anyone from the south. So if you felt that way, you’re completely missing the message here.