Recently, we were invited to be guest bloggers at a fairly new Southern website known as The Southern Coterie. The mission of their site and the overall organization is so broad it’s tough to sum up. So I’ll let them handle that. Here’s how they describe themselves on the site:
The Southern Coterie is the social network of the SOUTH… an online community where southerners and all those who love the south can connect, congregate and converse about the things that matter to us most!
It’s a circle of friends with common and similar interests – in this case the south. It’s an exciting collaborative effort celebrating the South and the people, places and things that encompass our location and unique lifestyle. It’s the place where we can share with one another and learn from each other just as we do with our friends. So, please consider us your friends and keep reading to learn more about us and our fabulous “C-Team”!
The Southern Coterie is your connection and curator to the southern life and landscape – from Athens to Asheville, Birmingham to Baton Rouge, Charleston to Chattanooga, Charlottesville to Chapel Hill, Dallas to DC, Jackson to Jacksonville, Lexington to Little Rock, Macon to Memphis, the Atlantic Ocean to the Gulf of Mexico and all points in between.
Whether searching for the hottest restaurants in Charleston, finding the perfect spot for a seaside wedding on 30-A, sharing grandmother’s famous recipe for pimento cheese, learning more about the oyster men of Appalachia Bay, listening to the Blind Boys of Alabama sing an amazing rendition of “Amazing Grace”, discussing the Dawgs, Tide, Tigers or Gamecocks, perusing photos of our southern landscape or reading your favorite southern blogger, The Southern Coterie is the place to go to learn, ask questions, share experiences and communicate with our friends.
Perusing the site, it appears that I am the lone (or one of very few) representative of the Y-chromosome on the site. Knowing this, I naturally had to bring my A game to my first post. I could have given the readers a primer in Twanglish, instructed them in the key steps to being a Real Southern Man, perhaps even profiled a Real Southern Man from times past.
But I didn’t. Instead I waxed poetic about the South’s favorite hairstyle, The Mullet.
You’d better head over and read the article. This could be the last time they let me post anything.