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To go shopping you have to leave the state. There is no place to buy anything that i would bear to have people see me in. I even went to the mall to just buy abcrombie; Which they dont even have! The nearest place to buy gucci will be in atlanta, ga which i only visit once a year. I can see why adults might like the state. As for a 21 year old (who does not hunt or partake in other barbaric redneck activities) This state has to be one of the worst states i lived in. The gambling is also bad; i guess its fine for the lower class people. I mean its nothing like Las vegas or even CA.
P.S have lived in 6 states only in the south; yet this is the first one that i felt im in a 3rd world country.
I'm not from there but I think if you feel this way then you should leave, it's pretty immature of you to throw harsh insults about Mississippi online.
since i have said much that was offensive my self about livibng here i will try to counter some things thereARE placxes to go shopping in MS thats noit true you may have to ravel abit but i have seen inthe more afluent areas many nice stores thatr carry high quality barnad name merchandise and also many boutique type stores all around and much inthe way oif clothing that is highly stylized even custome made items
as far as complainming about the gambling/casinos-the casinos here befreo Karina rivalled many in the world they were beautiful and amazing=i was here then many times=the storm destryed many of them but the ones thatr have reb uilt are very nice i do n ot gamble but i have seen them=and they have great restaurants inthem
Sounds like this winner is probably still following momma and daddy around, even though he is a 21 year old "non-adult", so it probably wasn't his choice to move here. Hate to tell the guy, but being 21, he is an adult and is free to make his own way in life and choose where he lives at any time.
Heavy on the - momma- for she dressed "my baby" in the finest of logo ware.
Had a job in Waterproof, Louisiana one time and had a load of drill mud for a site in Missa slippa, the drill dig was in front, the county sheriff was next and we were taking up the rear. Got to the site, the rig driver and the sheriff went off by them selfs and I saw the rig driver pass the - wad - of yankee scrips to the sheriff. Has not changed any, just as crooked now as it was then.
Heavy on the - momma- for she dressed "my baby" in the finest of logo ware.
Had a job in Waterproof, Louisiana one time and had a load of drill mud for a site in Missa slippa, the drill dig was in front, the county sheriff was next and we were taking up the rear. Got to the site, the rig driver and the sheriff went off by them selfs and I saw the rig driver pass the - wad - of yankee scrips to the sheriff. Has not changed any, just as crooked now as it was then.
To go shopping you have to leave the state. There is no place to buy anything that i would bear to have people see me in. I even went to the mall to just buy abcrombie; Which they dont even have! The nearest place to buy gucci will be in atlanta, ga which i only visit once a year. I can see why adults might like the state. As for a 21 year old (who does not hunt or partake in other barbaric redneck activities) This state has to be one of the worst states i lived in. The gambling is also bad; i guess its fine for the lower class people. I mean its nothing like Las vegas or even CA.
P.S have lived in 6 states only in the south; yet this is the first one that i felt im in a 3rd world country.
Did you not read up on the state before you went there?
Isn't this line already so old, stale and cliche that those resorting to it should automatically feel like the most embarrasing goober to ever walk the Earth?
Hello kindred spirit! So nice to hear a little honesty coming out of The Mealymouth State.
I could take you to task for wanting Gucci, which is...so...well...Gina Gambaro from Ugly Betty. And I would point out that gambling is sleazy everywhere...even in Monte Carlo. But you're young, and will learn those things quickly enough.
So both Abercrombie stores at the mall are closed? Pity. The merch is a bit downmarket for my DH and sons, who prefer sportswear from Trillion, Bijan, Battaglia, or Wilkes Bashford; but I loved to buy flip flops there...any excuse to hear new music, in a state where the number one hit (for the past thirty-odd years) has been Bad, Bad LeRoy Brown. And it was one of the few small shops in town where some bitter divorcee from Ole Miss wasn't looking down her nose at you (because she can just tell that you didn't go to Ole Miss, and if you did, you obviously didn't 'go Greek'...so how dare a subhuman like you come up into her shop and try to buy stationery...or Calphalon...or a Rosemary Topiary Tree...how dare you?).
So I, too, shopped out-of-town. The salespeople were less than gracious to me around Jackson. And it was worse for my husband. Men who are not pink-skinned, gingertawny-haired, hazel-eyed and seriously overweight (and escorted by a female) are viewed with alarm, in Central Mississippi stores. Menfolk aren't really supposed to shop, in Mississippi. They're supposed to stand there, looking bored and awkward, while their shrill wives screech things like "Oh iddn' thaeeuss kyeeeeeeeeeeeeeewt?" and "But I don't waaaaaaawnt eeeyut weeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuth thu pooch-out!" So, we'd end up spending weekends in Saint Tammany Parish, Louisiana, where the boutique owners were kind and lovely, or driving a bit farther, to One Canal Place, in New Orleans. There's a Saks Fifth Avenue there, and a nice, safe, shady parking tower for your car. Besides Saks, what does a person really need? And don't they have Gucci?
I can't say anything specific, because I'd either get sued or snuffed for leaking too much. But you definitely chose the right town in the Metro to inhabit, because a whole array....a veritable cavalcade of choice shops seem to be coming your way. Save your money, kid, because whole boatloads of the merch you crave will be available faster than you can say "How much would it cost to move all my stuff to West Hollywood?".
Why is Mississippi so Horrible? Believe it or not, that was once a great state. Before the Civil War, Mississippi and New York were the rich states: the happening places. Natchez, if I remember correctly, was the richest town in America, or something like that. Mississippi's population, then, was mostly Norse Protestant. There were Native Americans like me, too. And there were the blacks. Everybody got along far better than the current agenda-based drivel they call 'History' would have you believe.
But then there was an influx of Non-Norse people from one of the British Isles. The British were intent upon exterminating them through attrition: and I can't blame the British. These people had genetics from Eastern Europe, and their intelligence was (and is) far lower than that of any other group in Northwest Europe. These people were gorgeous, but also were known as big, loud, drunken, rioting bullies. They hated Indians. They hated Blacks. They hated Aristocrats. They hated Jews. They made fun of everybody who was not like them: particularly refined people and educated people. They loved to murder people in public (think lynch mobs...in the 'Old Country' they contented themselves with burning 'Witches', while their genetic kin in Eastern Europe periodically rise up and throw 'Pogroms', to kill the Jews), and to go to big churches and sing really, really, really loud(there's a paragraph about that in 'O Ye **** & Juleps'). And, like most low-IQ groups, their Sexual Dimorphism was extreme, and the men were absolutely obsessed with 'Manhood' (hence the 'barbaric Redneck' behaviors you reference). There are old written accounts of their arrival, and of their abuse of Old Stock Mississippians.
To make things worse, the whole Religion of Sports was taking over American schools at about that time, and these big, loud, strapping bullies were thus empowered to absolutely terrorize the less muscular and more studious Norse and Hebrew students.
These new arrivals 'encouraged' Mississippi's Blacks to seek opportunities in the North. Plantation owners were thus obliged to seek replacements for Blacks. They turned to a large island in the Mediterranean, whose population had long been virtually enslaved. These people were tricked into immigrating to America. The intent of the landowners was to keep them as virtual Serfs, as they had been in the Old Country. This seemed only natural, as they were muscular, and mostly not very bright. Unfortunately, some of them (like my 'Real Daddy') were extremely bright, and were adept at maintaining a parallel power structure, which, until defeated by The Irish Mob, then The Russian Mob, briefly came to control America's Government (the Nixon Administration). Moreover, their lack of intelligence in the Old Country turned out to be partly derived from centuries of near-starvation of the Peasantry in that land. In America, they attained IQs in the 'normal' range. Anyway, they did not remain agricultural serfs in Mississippi for long. They tended to intermarry with the 'big gorgeous bully' group. The resulting hybrids can be found all over the state, and may be the dominant population on the Gulf Coast.
Other efforts to import from distant lands, a new underclass to work the fields, also backfired. Every group turned out to be trouble-makers who 'took over' and treated Old Stock Mississippians like dirt (most Old Stock Mississippians were decent small farmers, who minded their own business and never harmed a soul...and hardly deserved the backwash from the 'Elites' search for cheap labor). But there was a bright side, and that was the Chinese. Everybody (except the big, beautiful brawling bullies) loves Mississippi's Old Chinese families. That was good for me, since I look more Chinese than Indian. Unfortunately, Mississippi's Old Chinese Families have mostly moved to better states with more to offer smart people.
Anyway, the newly-arrived strapping bullies created a climate of fear and repression (remember the big, loud churches...), and so encouraged the Aristocrats, the scholarly, the Jews, 'Effeminate' males....basically anyone refined and not inclined to fisticuffs....to move to better places, where these rufous-headed ruffians and their big, loud churches, did not dominate. Thus was born the Mississippi Brain Drain. My extended family fled the state, starting in 1959, and ending with me, just last year. They wonder what took me so long. Well, I loved the place and the plants that grew there...and the Bluebirds that drifted down into our walled garden...just not the people(well..okay...and I was making boatloads of money, and wasn't sure it would be as easy elsewhere, among smarter people).
But back to Jackson stores. All the merch around Jackson is what Saks and Neimans didn't want. The department stores sell the most insipid, watered-down junk imaginable. If they stuck to basics, and sold really good, classic basics (like maybe really, definitively good Men's Khakis), that would be great. But they don't. Everything is quasi-designer (in a supposedly 'safe' way), and essentially unusable, because the stuff looks like garbage, once you put it on. You'd think the best department stores in town would balk at any seam that puckered or did not lay flat...any fabric with a 'bad hand'...any color that lacked those subtle dimensions that good colors have.... How hard is it to relay to the Designers and their Jobbers that they need to turn out a desirable product?
The owners of the little shops all get their gimmicky junk from Mawrkeeeeeeeyit eeeeeyiun Daaaaayuhlueuissssssssss...which they consider to be the center of the Universe.
If I never see another tacky day-glo neo-Pucci wierd idea of a 'Sun Dress', it will be a blessing. Gimmicky, gimmicky, gimmicky....
But back to gambling: I know a lady who, between marriages, went to Monte Carlo. She was rich and beautiful and living her dream, floating through the beautiful rooms in some grand Casino in a lovely gown...even got to go into the 'high-stakes' room, where princes and potentates were doing the bigtime stuff. So there she was, on the arm of a Russian Prince (yes, they do keep track of those titles), experiencing the most elite experience that the World of Gambling could possibly offer. It took her about fifteen minutes to realize that Gertrude Stein's saying was once again true: When you get there, there's no there there."Just a bunch of scum with money. Been there, done that. No need to ever do it again."
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Hello kindred spirit! So nice to hear a little honesty coming out of The Mealymouth State.
I could take you to task for wanting Gucci, which is...so...well...Gina Gambaro from Ugly Betty. And I would point out that gambling is sleazy everywhere...even in Monte Carlo. But you're young, and will learn those things quickly enough.
So both Abercrombie stores at the mall are closed? Pity. The merch is a bit downmarket for my DH and sons, who prefer sportswear from Trillion, Bijan, Battaglia, or Wilkes Bashford; but I loved to buy flip flops there...any excuse to hear new music, in a state where the number one hit (for the past thirty-odd years) has been Bad, Bad LeRoy Brown. And it was one of the few small shops in town where some bitter divorcee from Ole Miss wasn't looking down her nose at you (because she can just tell that you didn't go to Ole Miss, and if you did, you obviously didn't 'go Greek'...so how dare a subhuman like you come up into her shop and try to buy stationery...or Calphalon...or a Rosemary Topiary Tree...how dare you?).
So I, too, shopped out-of-town. The salespeople were less than gracious to me around Jackson. And it was worse for my husband. Men who are not pink-skinned, gingertawny-haired, hazel-eyed and seriously overweight (and escorted by a female) are viewed with alarm, in Central Mississippi stores. Menfolk aren't really supposed to shop, in Mississippi. They're supposed to stand there, looking bored and awkward, while their shrill wives screech things like "Oh iddn' thaeeuss kyeeeeeeeeeeeeeewt?" and "But I don't waaaaaaawnt eeeyut weeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuth thu pooch-out!" So, we'd end up spending weekends in Saint Tammany Parish, Louisiana, where the boutique owners were kind and lovely, or driving a bit farther, to One Canal Place, in New Orleans. There's a Saks Fifth Avenue there, and a nice, safe, shady parking tower for your car. Besides Saks, what does a person really need? And don't they have Gucci?
I can't say anything specific, because I'd either get sued or snuffed for leaking too much. But you definitely chose the right town in the Metro to inhabit, because a whole array....a veritable cavalcade of choice shops seem to be coming your way. Save your money, kid, because whole boatloads of the merch you crave will be available faster than you can say "How much would it cost to move all my stuff to West Hollywood?".
Why is Mississippi so Horrible? Believe it or not, that was once a great state. Before the Civil War, Mississippi and New York were the rich states: the happening places. Natchez, if I remember correctly, was the richest town in America, or something like that. Mississippi's population, then, was mostly Norse Protestant. There were Native Americans like me, too. And there were the blacks. Everybody got along far better than the current agenda-based drivel they call 'History' would have you believe.
But then there was an influx of Non-Norse people from one of the British Isles. The British were intent upon exterminating them through attrition: and I can't blame the British. These people had genetics from Eastern Europe, and their intelligence was (and is) far lower than that of any other group in Northwest Europe. These people were gorgeous, but also were known as big, loud, drunken, rioting bullies. They hated Indians. They hated Blacks. They hated Aristocrats. They hated Jews. They made fun of everybody who was not like them: particularly refined people and educated people. They loved to murder people in public (think lynch mobs...in the 'Old Country' they contented themselves with burning 'Witches', while their genetic kin in Eastern Europe periodically rise up and throw 'Pogroms', to kill the Jews), and to go to big churches and sing really, really, really loud(there's a paragraph about that in 'O Ye **** & Juleps'). And, like most low-IQ groups, their Sexual Dimorphism was extreme, and the men were absolutely obsessed with 'Manhood' (hence the 'barbaric Redneck' behaviors you reference). There are old written accounts of their arrival, and of their abuse of Old Stock Mississippians.
To make things worse, the whole Religion of Sports was taking over American schools at about that time, and these big, loud, strapping bullies were thus empowered to absolutely terrorize the less muscular and more studious Norse and Hebrew students.
These new arrivals 'encouraged' Mississippi's Blacks to seek opportunities in the North. Plantation owners were thus obliged to seek replacements for Blacks. They turned to a large island in the Mediterranean, whose population had long been virtually enslaved. These people were tricked into immigrating to America. The intent of the landowners was to keep them as virtual Serfs, as they had been in the Old Country. This seemed only natural, as they were muscular, and mostly not very bright. Unfortunately, some of them (like my 'Real Daddy') were extremely bright, and were adept at maintaining a parallel power structure, which, until defeated by The Irish Mob, then The Russian Mob, briefly came to control America's Government (the Nixon Administration). Moreover, their lack of intelligence in the Old Country turned out to be partly derived from centuries of near-starvation of the Peasantry in that land. In America, they attained IQs in the 'normal' range. Anyway, they did not remain agricultural serfs in Mississippi for long. They tended to intermarry with the 'big gorgeous bully' group. The resulting hybrids can be found all over the state, and may be the dominant population on the Gulf Coast.
Other efforts to import from distant lands, a new underclass to work the fields, also backfired. Every group turned out to be trouble-makers who 'took over' and treated Old Stock Mississippians like dirt (most Old Stock Mississippians were decent small farmers, who minded their own business and never harmed a soul...and hardly deserved the backwash from the 'Elites' search for cheap labor). But there was a bright side, and that was the Chinese. Everybody (except the big, beautiful brawling bullies) loves Mississippi's Old Chinese families. That was good for me, since I look more Chinese than Indian. Unfortunately, Mississippi's Old Chinese Families have mostly moved to better states with more to offer smart people.
Anyway, the newly-arrived strapping bullies created a climate of fear and repression (remember the big, loud churches...), and so encouraged the Aristocrats, the scholarly, the Jews, 'Effeminate' males....basically anyone refined and not inclined to fisticuffs....to move to better places, where these rufous-headed ruffians and their big, loud churches, did not dominate. Thus was born the Mississippi Brain Drain. My extended family fled the state, starting in 1959, and ending with me, just last year. They wonder what took me so long. Well, I loved the place and the plants that grew there...and the Bluebirds that drifted down into our walled garden...just not the people(well..okay...and I was making boatloads of money, and wasn't sure it would be as easy elsewhere, among smarter people).
But back to Jackson stores. All the merch around Jackson is what Saks and Neimans didn't want. The department stores sell the most insipid, watered-down junk imaginable. If they stuck to basics, and sold really good, classic basics (like maybe really, definitively good Men's Khakis), that would be great. But they don't. Everything is quasi-designer (in a supposedly 'safe' way), and essentially unusable, because the stuff looks like garbage, once you put it on. You'd think the best department stores in town would balk at any seam that puckered or did not lay flat...any fabric with a 'bad hand'...any color that lacked those subtle dimensions that good colors have.... How hard is it to relay to the Designers and their Jobbers that they need to turn out a desirable product?
The owners of the little shops all get their gimmicky junk from Mawrkeeeeeeeyit eeeeeyiun Daaaaayuhlueuissssssssss...which they consider to be the center of the Universe.
If I never see another tacky day-glo neo-Pucci wierd idea of a 'Sun Dress', it will be a blessing. Gimmicky, gimmicky, gimmicky....
But back to gambling: I know a lady who, between marriages, went to Monte Carlo. She was rich and beautiful and living her dream, floating through the beautiful rooms in some grand Casino in a lovely gown...even got to go into the 'high-stakes' room, where princes and potentates were doing the bigtime stuff. So there she was, on the arm of a Russian Prince (yes, they do keep track of those titles), experiencing the most elite experience that the World of Gambling could possibly offer. It took her about fifteen minutes to realize that Gertrude Stein's saying was once again true: When you get there, there's no there there."Just a bunch of scum with money. Been there, done that. No need to ever do it again."
...and the CD Oscar goes to...GrandviewGloria!!!!
Truthfully, the best post I EVER read on CD.
Ever.
To think you'd find it on the Mississippi forum...
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