“Is this too dressy?" is Southern Lady code for: I look fabulous and it would be in your best interest to tell me so."I'm not crazy about it" is code for: I hate that more than sugar-freepunch."What do you think about her?" is code for: I don't like her."She's always been lovely to me" is code for: I don't like her either."She has a big personality" means she's loud as a T. rex."She's the nicest person" means she's boring as pound cake."She has beautiful skin" means she's white as a tampon."She's old" means she's racist as Sandy Duncan in Roots."You are so bad!" is Southern Lady code for: That is the tackiest thing I've ever heard and I am delighted that you shared it with me."No, you're so bad!" is code for: Let's snitch and bitch."She's a character" means drunk."She has a good time means slut."She's sweet" means Asperger's."She's outdoorsy" means lesbian."Hmm" is Southern Lady code for: I don't agree with you but am polite enough not to rub your nose in your ignorance."Nice talking with you" is code for: Party's over, now scoot.””
Quotes by Helen M. Persons
“It’s no wonder Danes are so happy. They have an obscenely good quality of life. Yes, it’s expensive here. But it’s Denmark – it’s worth it. I don’t mind paying more for a coffee here because I know that it means the person serving me doesn’t a) hate me or b) have a crappy life. Everyone is paid a decent wage, everyone is looked after, and everyone pays their taxes, just as I pay mine. And if we all have marginally less money to buy more stuff that we don’t really need anyway as a result, well I’m starting to think it’s a deal worth making.””
“I've had more than one person tell me how courageous and strong I am, how brave and cutting-edge. I'm not any of those things. I'm just another person living my life and trying to make my way in the world, a person who has found out that love is complicated and life is difficult, but that companionship is worth all the king's ransom.””
“Like every girl, I only need to look up and a little to the right of me to see the hysteria that belongs to me, the one that hangs om a hook like an empty jacket and flutters with disappointment that I cannot wear her all the time. I call her my hysteric, and this personal hysteric of mine is designer made (though I'm not sure who made her), flattering and comfortable, attractive even, if you're around people who like that sort of thing. She is not anyone, my hysteric; she is blank, electricity dancing around a filament, singing to kill.””