I spent half of my life trying to get the hell out of Jersey, and the last five trying desperately to get back. I'm not quite sure what it is about Jersey that people seem to loathe, including the folks that live there.
Okay. I get the high car insurance. Highest in the country, actually.
Oh. And no left turns. They have these things called "jughandles." Basically, you have to make a right (either before or after the light) to make a left. Personally, I think left turn arrows are highly overrated.
And then there's the whole Jersey accent that is really a combo of Philly and NYC slapped together with a speech impairment (thanks Governor Kean) that makes everyone think we talk weird.
Or weirdly. (Sorry I'm from Jersey).
Sure. The bad drivers. The landfills. The "haha garden state." The weird roads.
And the hair.
Oh. The. Hair.
But c'mon people. Lest you forget the good things that Jersey has brought to this earth. Hi. Bon Jovi? Full Serve Gas? The Boardwalk? Cheese Steaks?
Oh wait. That's Philly. Damnit.
Seriously, Jersey gets such a bad rap wherever you go. It's not NYC. It's not Philadelphia. So apparently it's not cool. And to be honest with you, I've grown up just saying "I'm from outside Philly" so not to have to deal with the wrath of the Jersey haters.
But today I'm proud to be a Joisey girl because if I so had the desire, I could be legally united with another Joisey girl in what is the fifth state to allow legal civil unions for gay folks. That's right. They can enjoy visitation at hospitals, adoption rights, and even give their partner insurance.
Who woulda thunk it?
And I know that a civil union does not a marriage make, however, take it from me. I'm married and it's not all that it's cracked up to be people.
So congrats my gay friends. Enjoy your legally united gambling excursions and some salt water taffy on me!