Even though I've lived in the South for almost five years on and off, it still holds many mysteries that I have yet to solve. For one, who decided it was okay to deep fry a pickle? Also, what exactly does "might could" mean? And what is with this obsession with bows?
Yes. Hair bows.
Now I know that it's not just the South that has a penchant for larger than the child's actual head hair bows. Sort of like Midwestern hair, there is certainly a large conglomerate of bow lovers out where the sun don't shine for but a few months out of the year. Maybe that's why they are wearing bows -- to celebrate not having to wear a skull cap and boots.
But in my own personal experience, having lived in both the Midwest and the South, the Southern folks don't fuck around when it comes to bows (yes, that's a compliment South. Take it while you can) because Dag-nabbit, the instant that baby comes out, they slap a bow right on her head.
Or technially, glue.
Or some weird adhesive that is "long lasting" but then comes right off. Or, better, Karo Syrup. No wait. Toothpaste.
And KY Jelly. (I swear I'm not just making that one up, JULIE).
Why I ask? Why the baldy bow?
Is it not clear from the miles of taffetta and chiffon on the one month old baby that she is not a girl? Do her triple lacy socks not indicate to anyone with eyeballs that she is indeed of the female persuasion? Isn't the customary one-day old ear piercing enough? (Thanks TNG). Have you no better use for your KY Jelly people of the South? I beseech you!
But alas, as the good Yankee who is trying to embrace my new surroundings (hellooo, new blog duds people), I will embrace this "tradition" whole heartedly.
My baldie *ahem* needed a little sprucing up anyway.