All of my friends from ‘Up North’ tease me and call me a Southern Belle, and I think it’s cute. But the truth is, I’m not. I’m far too publicly outspoken to qualify, and besides, they really don’t exist anymore, and haven’t for some time, except in small, isolated pockets.
The late 1960’s & 70’s were the end of that. But I do remember them fondly – to say they were just ‘high maintenance’ doesn’t do it justice, although they certainly were. Although they could suck all the air right out of a room when they entered it, that wasn’t all there was to it.
The best description I’ve ever read is:
The cult of Southern womanhood endowed her with at least five totally different images and asked her to be good enough to adopt all of them. She is required to be frigid, passionate, sweet, bitchy, and scatterbrained - all at the same time. Her problems spring from the fact that she succeeds.
Tell the Belle All About It
Show Some Love
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