Home State Meme
Jun. 20th, 2004 12:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tzikehI wouldn't normally do this one, but I'm back in my home state this weekend and feeling a bit nostalgic for it. The meme - go to google, put in "you know you're from (your home state) when", bold true stuff.
You know where every "clip" shown in the Sopranos opening credits is.
You've been seriously injured at Action Park.
You know that the only people who call it "Joisey" are from New York (usually The Bronx) or Texas. (and always think that a) they're the first person to ever say this to me when I say I'm from New Jersey, and b) repeat the word several times, as if that will make it more true.)
You don't think of citrus when people mention "The Oranges." (I grew up in two of the Oranges, so yeah.)
You know that it's called "Great Adventure," not "Six Flags."
You've ordered a hard roll with butter for breakfast.
You've known the way to Seaside Heights since you were seven.
You've eaten at a diner, when you were stoned or drunk, at 3 am.
Whenever you park, there's a Camaro within three spots of you.
You remember that the "Two Guys" were from Harrison. (My grandfather was offered the chance to be one of the Two Guys. He thought it was a bad idea. This brilliant financial insight was continued in the early 70s when my father was offered a chance to buy stock in "something about business machinery", which became IBM, and he didn't.)
You know that the state isn't one big oil refinery.
At least three people in your family still love Bruce Springsteen, and you know what town Jon Bon Jovi is from.
You know what a "jug handle" is.
You know that a WaWa is a convenience store.
You know that the state isn't all farmland.
You know that there are no "beaches" in new Jersey - there's "The Shore," and you know that the road to the shore is "The Parkway" not "The Garden State Highway."
You know that "Piney" isn't referring to a tree.
Even your school cafeteria made good Italian subs, and, you call it a "sub" not a "submarine sandwich" or worse yet, a "hoagy" or a "hero."
You remember the song from the Palisades Park commercials.
You know how to properly negotiate a Circle.
You knew that the last question had to do with driving.
You know that "Acme" is an actual store, not just a Warner Bros creation.
You know that this is the only "New..." state that doesn't require "New" to identify it (like, try ...Mexico, ...York, ...Hampshire (doesn't work, does it?).
You know how to translate this conversation: "Jeet yet?" "No, Jew?"
You only go to New York City for day trips, and you only call it "The City."
You know that a "White Castle" is the name of BOTH a fast food chain AND a fast food sandwich.
You consider a corned beef sandwich with lettuce and mayo a sacrilege.
In the 80's you wore your hair REALLY high.
You don't think "What exit" (do you live near?) is very funny.
You know that the real first "strip shopping center" in the country is Route 22.
You know that people from 609 area code are "a little different."
You know that no respectable New Jerseyan goes to Princeton - that's for out-of-staters.
The Jets-Giants game has started fights at your school or local bar.
You live within 20 minutes of at least three different malls.
You can see the Manhattan skyline from some part of your town. (My bedroom window, for one.)
You refer to all highways and interstates by their numbers.
Every year, you had at least one kid in your class named Tony.
You've gotten on the wrong highway trying to get out of Willowbrook Mall.
You've eaten a Boardwalk cheesesteak with vinegar fries.
You have a favorite Atlantic City casino.
You start planning for Memorial Day weekend in February.
And finally...
You've never pumped your own gas. (Well, I do now, in Chicago - but I never did until I moved out of NJ)
You know where every "clip" shown in the Sopranos opening credits is.
You've been seriously injured at Action Park.
You know that the only people who call it "Joisey" are from New York (usually The Bronx) or Texas. (and always think that a) they're the first person to ever say this to me when I say I'm from New Jersey, and b) repeat the word several times, as if that will make it more true.)
You don't think of citrus when people mention "The Oranges." (I grew up in two of the Oranges, so yeah.)
You know that it's called "Great Adventure," not "Six Flags."
You've ordered a hard roll with butter for breakfast.
You've known the way to Seaside Heights since you were seven.
You've eaten at a diner, when you were stoned or drunk, at 3 am.
Whenever you park, there's a Camaro within three spots of you.
You remember that the "Two Guys" were from Harrison. (My grandfather was offered the chance to be one of the Two Guys. He thought it was a bad idea. This brilliant financial insight was continued in the early 70s when my father was offered a chance to buy stock in "something about business machinery", which became IBM, and he didn't.)
You know that the state isn't one big oil refinery.
At least three people in your family still love Bruce Springsteen, and you know what town Jon Bon Jovi is from.
You know what a "jug handle" is.
You know that a WaWa is a convenience store.
You know that the state isn't all farmland.
You know that there are no "beaches" in new Jersey - there's "The Shore," and you know that the road to the shore is "The Parkway" not "The Garden State Highway."
You know that "Piney" isn't referring to a tree.
Even your school cafeteria made good Italian subs, and, you call it a "sub" not a "submarine sandwich" or worse yet, a "hoagy" or a "hero."
You remember the song from the Palisades Park commercials.
You know how to properly negotiate a Circle.
You knew that the last question had to do with driving.
You know that "Acme" is an actual store, not just a Warner Bros creation.
You know that this is the only "New..." state that doesn't require "New" to identify it (like, try ...Mexico, ...York, ...Hampshire (doesn't work, does it?).
You know how to translate this conversation: "Jeet yet?" "No, Jew?"
You only go to New York City for day trips, and you only call it "The City."
You know that a "White Castle" is the name of BOTH a fast food chain AND a fast food sandwich.
You consider a corned beef sandwich with lettuce and mayo a sacrilege.
In the 80's you wore your hair REALLY high.
You don't think "What exit" (do you live near?) is very funny.
You know that the real first "strip shopping center" in the country is Route 22.
You know that people from 609 area code are "a little different."
You know that no respectable New Jerseyan goes to Princeton - that's for out-of-staters.
The Jets-Giants game has started fights at your school or local bar.
You live within 20 minutes of at least three different malls.
You can see the Manhattan skyline from some part of your town. (My bedroom window, for one.)
You refer to all highways and interstates by their numbers.
Every year, you had at least one kid in your class named Tony.
You've gotten on the wrong highway trying to get out of Willowbrook Mall.
You've eaten a Boardwalk cheesesteak with vinegar fries.
You have a favorite Atlantic City casino.
You start planning for Memorial Day weekend in February.
And finally...
You've never pumped your own gas. (Well, I do now, in Chicago - but I never did until I moved out of NJ)
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Date: 2004-06-20 10:14 am (UTC)I did wear my hair really high in the 80's.
Mousse *and* hairspray.
And my mother still has never pumped her own gas.
Jersey girl for 13 years.
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Date: 2004-06-20 10:16 am (UTC)I wore my hair *feathered*, but not high. And yeah, having to get out of the car to pump gas was a culture shock.
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Date: 2004-06-20 10:59 am (UTC)But other from that, yup. yup. yup.
Oh, and I'd also add:
You know that a speed limit of 55 means 70.
You can actually get out of Newark Airport on the first try (road signs? we don' need no stinkin' road signs).
You not only don't pump your own gas, but you know all the guys at the local station who do it for you (and they fix your flat tires and change your oil, too).
You don't go to the beach, you go 'down the shore.'
You eat more hot dogs than hamburgers as fast food.
If you're over 40, you probably made out sometime during your youth at a drive-in.
You know what a real 'hard' roll is, and you get your pizza from a pizzeria.
Jersey Girl
Half a century
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Date: 2004-06-21 05:40 am (UTC)Yeah, they did note the difference between beach and shore in the meme, but certainly I never hear "down the shore" anywhere else.
You eat more hot dogs than hamburgers as fast food.
RUTT'S HUTT!
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Date: 2004-06-20 02:16 pm (UTC)WAH
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Date: 2004-06-21 05:39 am (UTC)