What is it about Jersey Pride that pisses me off?

Without question, there is a certain stigma about being from the Garden State that separates us from the rest of the country: we're better than you, now piss off!

I love being from New Jersey, but for real, legitimate, non-lame reasons. I love our diners - best diners in the world. I love the location, a hop, skip, and jump outside two cities. And I don't care what anyone says - Central Jersey is the best part New Jersey (the calibar of my comment is what many in the industry call ironic).

But I've come into a rash of ethnocentric Jersey pride that just annoys the hell out of me. Some people love being from Jersey for the most innane, idiotic reasons. You can read about it in almost any bland online profile ranting and raving about being from NJ: the Jersey Girl.

Apparently someone at the Star Ledger is an authority figure of what it means to be a Jersey Girl. I'll give you some highlights:

- a love of an unpretentious good time, and a certain sense of style

Yeah, it's called cookie cutter fake tans and Dior bags. ::vomit::

- Jersey girls are about attitude

Not to be confused with Staten Island girls, which, during the summer at the Shore, can be confusing. STOP STEALING OUR THUNDER SI!

- they're about eating pizza, drinking beer, having great hair - and enjoying it all

Yes, just like the millions of other slovenly piggish Americans we live with. We can't have all the good qualities of living, NJ.

- She's got a mouth on her

Again, like most human beings..


- Bottom line, all of them are sexy as hell

Really, all of them? To generalize an entire state population as "sexy as hell' is like saying Utah is the excitement capitol of the universe.


I hope whoever authored this asinine diatribe got s-canned fast and is working somewhere where only tumbleweeds and prairie dogs reproduce. Somewhere in middle America where their next article on "Oklahoma Girls are Oklawesome!"

Give me a break. These are my fellow Jerseyians, and they're grossly misrepresenting the rest of us.

You ever read profile quotes or see on MTV - "New Jersey : Where we pump our fists, and not our gas."

Somewhere, Baby Jesus is crying. Pump our fists? Yeah, maybe the population of Jerseyans who sniff glue and autonomously partake in the same mundane social weekend rituals: Drink, club it up, go to bed. Wahoo!

We don't have enough Kevin Smiths rallying to our support, or enough Zack Braffs to atleast semi-represent our state on a large scale. It's funny that I've lived in Jersey all my life, and not once have I been able to meet a true Jersey Girl.

Blech.