As I melt away in Columbia, South Carolina this summer, I often question why I chose to live in the heart of "land of Dixie." When I drive past the confederate flag that flies on the state house grounds & many of the buildings named after famous plantation owners & politicians that did everything but run for President because they opposed anti-lynching laws. OH WAIT! Just kidding, that really happened, and that Presidential hopeful, Strom Thurmond, name is plastered all over this city.
(read here for more great tales of everyone's favorite South Carolinian http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strom_Thurmond, especially the part about his African American love child..)
(read here for more great tales of everyone's favorite South Carolinian http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strom_Thurmond, especially the part about his African American love child..)
Well this whole "deep south" thing was reiterated even more this past weekend when I travelled through rural South Carolina. Rural South Carolina consists of little more than farms, churches, farms and an occasional gas station. This isn't really as endearing as it may sound, I promise. I was driving through the country in order to spend a weekend with a friend, which would consist mainly of spending the day on the beach at the country club in which my friend worked. So, while she prepared overpriced salads, I laid on the beach and observed the frivolous patrons of "DeBourdieu" country club.
This is an excerpt from the club's website,
"For more than two centuries, a privileged few have chosen to live in a special place called DeBordieu. A remarkably beautiful spot on the South Carolina coast between the Waccamaw River and the Atlantic Ocean. Today, DeBordieu is enjoyed by families of distinction who value its unique appeal."
Keywords: privileged few (aka WASPs), families of distinction (good ol boys), unique appeal (just like any other country club, but with a twist of southern superiority complex)
I don't think Scarlett O'Hara could have said it better herself.
