Comments on: The Southern Belle Hell Forum

By: Amelia Younts

Amelia Younts — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 16:26:49 +0000

Loved the book! Y’all must read it!!

By: Amala

Amala — Tue, 14 Jun 2011 20:59:10 +0000

Sounds Asian – these kind of manners are common courtesy in much of East and South Asia, especially about how to deal with dinner guests inviting their entire tribe and family and respecting elders.

By: Martha Ann

Martha Ann — Mon, 13 Jun 2011 18:39:27 +0000

Crickett – one thing I never asked you . . . . . did you ever try to sit down in a hoopskirt? My very first formal (far too young to be doing such too!) I was all dressed up, hoop and all, with escort waiting. My two little sisters had been upstairs waiting for me to get dressed – they were so excited! As I, with my hooped dress got about halfway down the stairs, with them in front of me, they burst out singing “Here comes the bride” at the top of their lungs! For me, that was SBH far too early in my life!

By: Tamara

Tamara — Sat, 04 Jun 2011 02:19:02 +0000

When I was a young bride-to-be, my future mother-in-law’s dear friend gave me a shower. My mother and my future mother-in-law were the ONLY people there I knew, and I was the center of attention (a position that makes me quite uncomfortable). The saving grace was that we were to have chicken salad, this picky eater’s personal favorite, because the hostess had tried hard to choose a menu I would enjoy. As I took a bite, however, I realized that the salad was filled with grapes and nuts, and was, of course, nothing like my grandmother’s classic chicken, egg, celery recipe.
(Did I mention I can’t stand grapes?) As the guest of honor, I was stuck at the head of the table, trying not to grimace as I choked down everything on my plate, all the while being stared at and fawned over by a crowd of well-meaning strangers.

By: Julie Elizabeth

Julie Elizabeth — Thu, 02 Jun 2011 14:18:33 +0000

Priceless;)

By: vail

vail — Thu, 02 Jun 2011 00:33:10 +0000

I’ll tell you about Southern Belle Hell. Southern Belle Hell is when you plan a nice dinner out with two other couples at a LOVELY restaurant only to find out last minute that one of those couples has invited their two children, their two mothers, and a next door neighbor. The reservation for six is now a reservation for eleven that the LOVELY restaurant cannot accommodate. The other couple cancels, I wind up at a burger joint in pearls and silk, sitting next to one of the mothers. It was only the fact “respect your elders” was hammered into my brain since birth that I was able to prevent myself from turning to the sourpuss old lady and saying “if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all”–another rule enforced since birth. Instead, I said nothing at all, ate my burger and smiled politely until my cheeks hurt. Now THAT is Southern Belle Hell!