Skip to comments."She Just Called You Honey": My Quandary at Waffle House
Posted on 08/02/2014 7:14:02 AM PDT by SamAdams76
My wife and I arrived in Mobile four years ago. As we drove from Pennsylvania into the deep South, I began to notice the subtle changes that became increasingly less subtle...
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I wish I could post the whole 16-page "essay" here but don't want to get Free Republic in trouble with the snobby, elite academic crowd hosting the content at the link given below.
If you are in the mood for some comic relief, you can view the essay in PDF form here.
That’s hilarious...but sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
Like Lewis Grizzard said, Delta is ready when you are.
I lime being called “honey.” What’s wrong with people?
Why we should care nothing about what this guy thinks... About:I am trained as a rhetorician, but my CV will demonstrate that I have a variety of research interests. I am mainly interested in how we make sense of the world and construct identity and relationships rhetorically. My focus is split between media/technology studies and rhetorical constructions of the body. I am currently working on two book projects: one titled “Sex, Language, and Control” and the other “Desiring Bodies,” which extends the work of my first book, “Naked Politics.”
Educated well beyond his level of intelligence. My first thought;
“Well, bless your heart.”
Immediately filed this in my give-a-f* folder.
Bless his little heart. He is not too smart about the southern way of life.
A person can get trampled to death there when they bring out a fresh pan of bacon for the buffet.
mucho text over-lap in the link.
I’m taking this one home to my wife to show her what I mean by “New England Elitist”
and simply why Mitt Romney should never again be considered for the presidency.
He would prefer being screamed at by the Soup Nazi, I suppose? Maybe we southerners should call all Yankees A-holes, make’em feel more at home.
He’d better not go to Baltimore - his lil’ brain would explode. Everybody is “hon” and it don’t mean nothing.
Does this dude have too much time on his hands?
Is he over-analyzing how waitresses talk to customers?
Is he thinking these waitresses are trying to control him, control their customers, with how they talk to men???
I read through this, but seems to be a lot of mumbo-jumbo.
I would much rather deal with a waitress calling me some term of endearment, rather than some hired help at some places who snarl and grunt at you.
My next point would be...
16 pages about Waffle House? with FOOTNOTES?!?
I can see Mitt in his porch-rocker saying, “Oh! I can totally relate!”
If it helps him understand, just substitute “dumb*ss” for “honey” and he’ll get to a level he can comprehend.
That was hilarious! Yankees and Left-coasters should stay out of the South. We’ve got some strange ways down here.
Hey, don’t blame us Yankees for this guy, he’s from California...
>>A person can get trampled to death there when they bring out a fresh pan of bacon for the buffet.
Umm...yeah...sorry about that. You were in between me and some crispy, delicious BACON!
I lime being called honey. Whats wrong with people?
I like my lime with a Corona.
Cali urban trash.
>>If it helps him understand, just substitute dumb*ss for honey and hell get to a level he can comprehend.
He would understand that because his worldview is that “I am educated and special. You are lowborn. I expect you to hate me, serving girl.”
Your work sounds way more interesting than reading 16 pages about this guy’s deep thoughts on the waitress at the Waffle House.
When I call the author a “dumbf**k” I am engaging in a rhetorical discourse that acts as interprellation in that I am establishing a role for both him and me in our exchange, I, as the one who recognizes a dumbf**k and he as the dumbf**k.
At first, I wondered if this was a joke. My husband insisted it was, but NO - I recognize some bits of the rhetoric from my English Lit classes. “Analyze, dissect, destroy’ — the poor academics, so lost in their big words, so clueless about Reality. Pathetic indeed.
Ya, would he rather be ignored or not called anything?
I think it’s nice if a waitress calls a customer honey. I don’t see it as some sociological statement or customer/servant power issue. Nor would I think that such a waitress is anything but being friendly.
This dude is over analyzing the whole thing.
Hey, don’t blame us Californians - we sent him East where he belonged. Maybe the South will do him some good, but it’ll take lots of time and much patience.
It can be a little disconcerting. It was about 10 years ago in Tucson when the waitresses added “honey” and “sweetie” to their lexicon, I found it a bit odd at first. Not 16 pages worth of odd though. Maybe 4 sentences worth.
At first I thought that this was some kind of satire. Nobody but an educated fool could take being called honey this seriously.
At a Waffle House in Duluth, Georgia, I was addressed by my waitress as “baby doll” during my entire visit. I rather liked it, but it did occur to me that no other woman in my life had ever called me that!
That explains a lot.
In California it’s only the guys that call other guys honey.
The South has its own mannerisms and idioms.
Y’all, any carbonated drink, for example, is called Coke and Tea is iced and sweetened, unless otherwise requested.
“Honey” is better than ‘you snooty ferener from Yankee territory’.
Its just the way we are down here. Please don’t move here and eff it up worse than your fellow outsiders already have. :-)
“At a Waffle House in Duluth, Georgia, I was addressed by my waitress as baby doll during my entire visit.”
A waitress at one of our local restaurants used to call me “Sweet Pea.” It made me smile, and she got big tips from me. Win-win.
That's it in a nutshell.
He must be great fun at parties.
At my local 24 hour breakfast place, the waitresses call you “honey”, and I literally have given it a total of a half-second of thought in my entire time eating there. Waitresses calling you “honey” is simply part of the southern diner experience, same as grits and chicken fried steak.
When you go to Disneyworld and the giant Mickey Mouse mascot gives you a hug, he is not really that happy to see you. It’s the same thing.
To analyze it as the author does demonstrates a special level of cluelessness and oversensitivity. Of course, such politeness and familiarity also hearkens back to a more polite time in American history, and the academic left is hell-bent on destroying every last vestige of that.
Probably a beta-male.
“Is he over-analyzing how waitresses talk to customers?”
He is being fearsomely intelligent, academe’s version of the sand-kicking jock. Reads like a lot of mental masturbation.
I wish I could get through one thread at this site that doesn’t make an anti-Romney remark.
Congratulations. Your candidate won. Romney didn’t. Aren’t you proud, honey?
Yes, I believe I left a hefty tip that night too.
As a native Mobilian, I feel sorry for this guy. The subject is insane.
He imagines himself as some sort of well-traveled, modern day Herodotus. The waitresses may refer to him as “honey”, but the truckers in Waffle House likely want to kick his ass.
How traumatic this must have been. I hope they didn’t put grits on his plate.
I go to the waffle house for two things: low prices and to hear the waitress standing 4 feet from the cook yell the order at him.
If you don’t understand waffle house, get on down the interstate.
Every New Yorker who ventures anywhere besides California imagines himself 'well-traveled'.
I’ll be as politically correct as I can here. Anyone who objects to being called hon by a waitress is a RETARD or a stinking liberal looking for something to be offended by. But I repeat myself. Anyway, if you’re a liberal stay the hell out of Arizona. We don’t want you or your asinine imbecilic politics here
He seems to have been offended that a mere peon would dare address him with a term of endearment rather than the more formal “Sir” befitting his elevated station in life. Unbunch your panties, you pompous ass, and chill.
Must’ve been code...
All that thinking for two over easy, hash browns, grits and a gravy biscuit. What must his world be like?
I don’t live in the south
east... Or south central or Texas... But I do feel mildly annoyed at being called “honey” by a waitress where I live. Makes me feel like I’m at a truck stop, for some reason. But, it is certainly not worth reacting to or being rude about; certainly no offense is intended or taken.
I have not encountered men saying such things. It would be considered inappropriate--although maybe if speaking to a child.
Actually, it's very nice and very endearing.
When my wife and I drove from California to the east coast, I stopped at a 7/11 in Oklahoma. The people were so friendly--it was like entering a wonderful world in which everyone was welcoming.
And this spirit is not superficial. I took a U-haul trailer into North Carolina and didn't know where to drop it off. I stopped in a small convenience store to ask directions. The woman behind the counter didn't know either, but she made 8 or 10 telephone calls in my behalf until she found out where to direct me.
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