I grew up in CA, then moved to WA for college (such a cliche, moving from CA to WA). Then I went to SC for chiropractic school (the school itself accidentally slapped Southerners in the face, b/c the northerners who fell in love with SC and moved to open the school named it after a legendary chiro, who, unfortunately, was named SHERMAN), and tried my best to fit in (as best as a Birkenstock wearing, no-makeup-wearing, no-hairstyle-doing, woman COULD fit in in the early 90s). Most of the students at that school were (and probably are still) from NJ, NY, and PA. The PA people, especially from the Pittsburgh area, fit in easily. Getting closer to NJ it got a bit harder. And I knew VERY few from NY and NJ who ended up fitting in seamlessly, even the ones who fell in love and married Southerners. Not even my dear, dear friend (who had a Disneymoon!).
The biggest was at supermarkets. My northern friends were enraged EVERY time they shopped, because the lines went so slow b/c the cashier would actually talk to you.
The accent was hard for both to figure out, but, in general from MY experience with my friends, those from SC tried to be polite while figuring out what was being said, while my friends would get louder and ruder, and tended to make judgements about the person not understanding them.
I'm a born mimic, and my family is made up of all states (dad born in Denver and each of his sibs has their own accent, mom from upstate NY with no accent until she said "Albany"), so I'm fairly good at unraveling accents. But it never fails to impress me just HOW many ways there are to say "oil".
I loved having doors opened for me, and I, in turn, LOVED plastering a HUGE smile on my face and holding doors open for men, and insisting they go through. With the HUGE smile I'd get a smile back, and it would usually go well...I just liked returning the favor (and wouldn't think to wait for someone else to get to the door, and didn't want to shut a door in someone's face). I love having a door held, and I like to return the favor for other people, even back in WA! I always thank a person for holding the door.
I did find that putting just the *slightest*, tiniest itty bitty extra drawn out vowel in "thank you" got me a bigger smile, even if it was b/c they thought I sounded silly. I coudln't help it though (see "born mimic" up above).
That's a pretty broad statement to make, especially since, when I am in the south, many a folks with a lovely southern drawl tell me "what a pretty face you have but it's too bad you are so heavy bless your heart".
Ah'm not thinkin' that callin' someone fat displays any really good manners, even with a drawl and a "bless your heart" at the end.
"Bless your heart" was the first thing I had to figure out in terms of speech. I thought it was nice at first. And then, I figured out that it just
wasn't.
8. Remember: "Y'all" is singular. "All Y'all" is plural. "All Y'all's" is plural possessive. (Very important to know)
11. People walk and talk slower here. Get over it.
21. You can ask a Southerner for directions, but unless you already know the positions of key hills, trees, rocks, and "where the ol' schoolhouse used to be," you're better off trying to find it yourself.
The "y'all" grammar is very important to learn. And very easy to pick up. Easier than my Pittsburg-area co-students' "y'uns" was.
The first behavioural change I had to do was to SLOW DOWN. I went there in summer for a pre-req class at a 2 year, live-in, school. I was sweating buckets, walking how I normally walk. The young women in FULL makeup, dressed to the nines, with hairSTYLES lasted the whole day fresh as daisies. I soon realized that they were walking slow, much slower than I was. I slowed down, and the heat was suddenly easier to deal with.
While looking to rent a house, and was told by the landlord "you take a right after the house that burned down 3 years ago" and understood where they meant, I knew it was either time to leave or time to stay forever.
And even now I give directions that way, as long as I know the other person knows the area.
Where I was raised, doors were opened and 'excuse me' and 'thank you' were the norm. Upon walking into a builing, the doors were almost always held open. Lilyana's comment definitely applies here. Once I moved south, I never had doors held open, but people would walk through every door I held without even uttering a "thank you".
I might be reading it wrong, but I think Lilyana is saying the opposite.
...when I go back to PA for a visit. For example, I'll hold a door open for a man (a stranger - I'm female) and they never fail to just walk right through/by me without even a glance or a thank-you. It makes me giggle. If I tried to hold a door open for a fella down here, almost any man would refuse to go through before me.
When she's up in PA, people will walk through without thanks. But when she's "down here", in the South, men will REFUSE to walk through.
Anyway, since my classmates were from NY and NJ, and my neighbors, landlords, and co-workers were Southern, while I was fairly neutral being from Washington state (I tried not to tell them my mom was from upstate NY, LOL, and tried to not focus on the "grew up in CA" thing), it was very interesting watching the interactions.
And yes, in general and in my experience, I did notice that the Northerners I knew were, well, perhaps most BLATANTLY rude in speech and mannerisms, while the Southerners I knew were generally more congenial, at least, until you figured out the "bless your heart" thing.
So maybe it's a wash.
