Ways that I Betray my Southern Heritage

Disclaimer: This is NOT a political post, nor is it intended to remark upon the tragic events that occurred in one of my favorite cities. The deaths of those people were horrible and taken by a heartless, soul-less racist. This post is also not going to discuss any other issues that people have attempted to bring up in light of the Charleston shooting. It's lighthearted and fun...hopefully. :)

My family has literally lived in the South since the 1700s. We've actually lived almost exclusively in the Carolinas since then, with very little family members moving away from what I call the center of gravity in eastern South Carolina. Anywho, I'm about as authentically Southern as they come. But I betray my heritage on many occasions and I will elaborate below.

1. I hate tea.
Sweet or unsweet. Iced or hot. I hate it. I think it stems from a tragic apple-juice mistaken identity incident when I was a child. I loathe tea and never EVER drink it.

2. I despise NASCAR.
And everything about it. That culture, the loudness, the tons of people...no thank you.

3. I prefer Dunkin Donuts over Krispy Kreme.
Fellow Southerners, please do not kill me. I prefer a DD chocolate frosted donut above any other. KK puts a little too much glaze on their doughnuts for my taste. While nothing beats a "Hot n' Now" I still prefer the deliciousness of the Dunkin.

4, I do not like Cheerwine. 
It's just gross. Way too sweet. M loves it. I do not.

5. I do not eat pecan pie. 
I don't love nuts in general. But the concept of a pecan pie is just disgusting to me: pie crust, goo and nuts. No thank you.

6. I'm not a fan of flags on clothing. 
Unless it is the emblem of an entire flag (like on the Old Navy tshirts) I'm not a fan. The American flag should be a flag...not a pair of shorts or a towel or a bikini or anything else. I find it disrespectful and tacky.

I'm at the beach this entire week attempting to not get sunburned. Wish me luck!