What is it about New Yorkers that makes them want to call me miss?
I've earned this Mrs., bitches. I at least deserve a Ms. or a ma'am.
Whenever I spend time in New York it makes me hate this bayou even more. If that's even possible.
Come to think of it, Southerners do this weird thing where they call adult women by Miss and their first name. I hate that.
But my husband mentioned to me recently that we could be moving to Alabama sometime next year. I guess it's better than...no, wait. It's not better than anything.
I think if I move to Alabama I will reinvent myself as this crazy, rainbow-wearing, activist. And I'll insist everyone call me Madam Tuna.
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