Today I wrote a post at New England Mamas about a question I struggle with whenever I'm on vacation: "Where are you from?" As I said in my post, my initial inclination is to make a joke and say from "a galaxy far far away." (Yes, Big Giraffe, that is a joke; I am from Earth.) We've been living in our town for over seven years now. At what point am I considered from MA?
10 years ago A few years ago when my husband and I began dating, an email circulated describing characteristics of people from different regions of the US. I read the Midwestern ones and of course agreed with all the positive ones like we're friendly and say please and thank you. I beamed with pride. Then it mentioned that we end our sentences with prepositions. Where did these people get that from? Perhaps I could put together a group of Midwesterners and those writers could come with. The writer is not the only one to notice that. The preposition issue has always been a pet peeve of the Big Giraffe's. "What do you mean when you ask if I want to 'come with'? Come with a friend or two? Come with an open mind? Come with a wallet?"
The list wasn't too kind to New Yorkers either. Suzanne and I love having our husbands say "Hong Kong" and the name of our high school "New Trier" because it cracks us up. They put the emphasis on the second word.
Other than complaints that we don't know how to pronounce Rs (Pahk the cah in Hahvahd yahd,) I hadn't heard many stereotypes about MA. Some say that people out East in general aren't as friendly as Midwesterners, and of course there's the whole thing about the lack of fluoride in same areas of MA. I was totally surprised by a comment on my post that made me laugh pretty hard. Apparently, people from MA are known to others as "Massholes." Another commenter said "I think I'll go back to claiming I'm from Chicago. Then again, according to a stereotype I read about Midwesterners I'm supposed to have a sparkling clean house and scrub my floors with a toothbrush. Now who in their right mind does that? I mean honestly that just seems a little nuts. Hmm..maybe I am a Masshole after all!
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: I am going to hang out with the Massholes. Do you want to come with?Labels: Humor (at least Attempted), Travel |
t replied over at NEM. And yeah, I'm sure even my girls have heard me mutter about some stupid Masshole (no offense).