Dixie & Delta

Anyone raised in the South misses it. And, no matter how far they run, or how much they lament its sometimes, umm, less-than-stellar reputation, they will defend it. Vehemently. And with beer bottles if necessary.

It's always comforting to find little peices of the South in NYC: food, friends, family, umm....well that pretty much sums up the South. So, you can imagine what a comfort it was to find 1 full hour of comfort one night on my TV - Designing Women (yes, I am Southern and Gay - IMPOSSIBLE, right? We will get into that in later posts).

Spending time with Julia, Suzzane, Mary Jo, and Charlene is like making biscuits in the kitchen with your Mom. I knew these women growing up. They are my Mom and her friends. The strong southern woman, the former beauty queen, the sassy firecracker, and the sweet blonde farm girl. The clothes, the HAIR! I used to wish I could work at Sugarbaker's (yep, Southern and Gay), but not like Anthony - he was a little bitch. I wanted to live and work in those big Southern houses, and tackle important issues like sex, AIDS, abuse, race, and paint swatches.

Even when Charlene and Suzzane were replaced with Carlene and Allison - the latter stupider and blonder- the show stayed true to it's Southern roots, but not it's funny roots. The show eventually wilted like a magnolia blossom in the warm July sun, but it's roots, my roots, stayed alive. And, whenever I'm not running crazy around the city, I sit back, relax and join the ladies for their laid-back Southern hi-jinks, their sweet, lilting accents bringing me back home for a sweet little hour.

Next on Hot Time...Southern in the City

Mama's Family: Life in Raytown or Everything Designing Women gets right, Mama's Family gets HORRIBLY wrong.

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