As a Northerner, I've never really had a tight grasp on where the South really is. Perhaps that's because most of the East Coast exists south of New York City. That said, my image of the South, however hazy, consists of lots of “honeys” in lazy drawls, Spanish moss, moonshine, and fried food. When I think of the South, I think of crawdads, gators, muggy weather and guns. I think of honky tonks and ghost stories. I also think of its dark history. While my perception of the South is pretty amorph…

Go ahead, it ain't called skinny Tuesday

I am a Southerner, but I'm kind of not a Southerner. If you ask a Northerner, they'd probably say I'm a Southerner because I'm from Texas. However, ask a Southerner or a Texan, and they'll probably be singing a different tune. Even though I'm technically not a Southerner, growing up in Texas gave me many quintessential Southern experiences . If anyone tells me that they think 90-degree weather is hot, it takes a lot for me to keep my mouth shut. I am also a fierce lover of chicken fried steak.…

Can we say that plants from Texas are dumb? Can we say that shoes from Texas are dumb?

I'm going to let y'all in on a little secret…I am a Texas girl through and through. I know you probably could have guessed that by my use of the word “y'all,” but I'm not one for burying the lede. I grew up as a mem

Texas is its own cultural juggernaut in a way that very few states are. Some people might lump Texas together with states like Alabama and Mississippi, calling it just another part of the deep South. Those states are “The South," but Texas is Texas. Texas was its own country from the years 1836-1845. Texas is so big you could drive in it for 6 hours and still be in the same state. What other state can say that?

The mullet has had a cultural moment in the past few years. Once derided as the ugliest haircut in the world, mullets have been the signature haircut for hipsters. As a wise meme once said of the mullet, “If this haircut shows up in your neighborhood your rent is going up.” The association for mullets has swiftly shifted from country bumpkins to entitled zillennial garbage people, but that doesn't mean that zillennial garbage people are better at mullets than the bible/bullet belt.

Insane lightning, earth rattling thunder, hail the size of golf balls—it's all so terrifying, yet also somehow breathtaking.

Well bless your heart.