Strawberry Queens, dedicated to Cat

I came across this article when a friend asked me about the town where I live. It perfectly describes life where I live. It was posted in the new yorker in 2008. I promise you not one thing has changed even though it's 2017. I'm dedicating this blog to Cat. She's shared so much about her life with me. I thought some of the info in this article might make her smile. It's an article about my town's annual beauty pageant to be the strawberry festival queen. I graduated in 2000. I kind of know the girls featured in this article. I think they were just young enough that I never fucked any of their boyfriends. However, my first day of college, my dad died right as my alarm went off to start the day. I went to school. Before my first class the reigning strawberry queen sat down beside me and she started bitching about how hard it was to be queen. I did truly dissociate and I visualized beating the shit out of her in such vivid detail it seems like a real memory. Till the day I die, I'll regret not fucking up her entire world. That's one of my few regrets in life.

This is a pretty long article. I understand if you don't read it. If you do read it and some detail makes you laugh or question how on earth people like the strawberry queens exist, leave me a comment. I guarantee that I can tell you some very funny anecdotes that involve life in a town where every little girl is trained from birth to grow up and earn a crown.

Before I post the link, I want to apologize for missing more pm's than usual. When I post new videos and pics, it's normal for me to spend all my time online leaving comments for the people who commented on my content. There may be thousands of people who view pics and videos. I am so happy if fifty people take the time to say something in a comment. My top priority will always be showing my gratitude to those fifty people. I promise to be back in the pm box very soon.

http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2008/08/11/the-strawberry-girls

发布者 halinaplays

7 年前

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halinaplays 出版商 7 年前

awe thank you for such a sweet comment. Each year there is a new queen. She's always gonna be someone I can't tolerate. I despised the girl who won my senior year of high school. She was really a very mean and uppity girl. She'd been that way since seventh grade. Sometimes, the strawberry festival queen isn't the prettiest girl in the pageant. The queen is always the girl who is the most manipulative, fake option for the year. I don't claim to be beautiful. I am real. I do set an example of how to rebel against normal stereotypes of what a woman should be. thanks for leaving me a great comment

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halinaplays 出版商 7 年前

至 DanB1672 : Wow, I thought I had strong views about the value of pageant girls. I am usually the person to describe any woman who would ever put herself in a beauty pageant as a disgrace to society. If you win the strawberry festival pageant it's kind of official that your family is well-known. Most women in that category have been raised to believe they are better than anyone else. I liked this article because it describes a festival that never changes. I like that the article explained a world where teenage girls have to ask how old you need to be before it's legal to visit las vegas. I shared this with a lot of people who wrote me messages asking me if the article was totally accurate. One friend didn't know if my town was a variation of the stepford wives or children of the corn. My reply is that it's honestly a blend of both. I do love it here. It would make me sad if they ended the tradition of the strawberry festival queen. Every town needs a designated bitch for every normal girl to hate. I'd been in the gifted program since seventh grade with the girl who won the crown my senior year. She never spoke to me one time. That should've been impossible. No one liked her. I remember moments when she stood up and actually bragged about how perfect her life was for no apparent reason. My first morning of college, my alarm went off right as my phone started ringing. It was the call from the hospital that my dad finally died. I still went to school. I worked hard for my scholarship and my piece of shit, dead dad was not going to ruin that first day. I was waiting for my first class when she came walking toward me so happy to see someone from plant city. I listened to her bitch about the duties of the queen and her inability to pick sorority and I did honestly black-out and visualized bashing her in the face with my heavy math book. I've never had a problem with impulse control. She got me at the one point in life where I don't have a clue how I stopped that from happening. I was dissociating. I just want to know what I said to her. I bet it was hilarious, scary and cruel. I should've hit her with the book and pummeled her on the concrete.

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SluttySiren 7 年前

I would love to believe that Strawberry Queens still exist. In my hometown (I am from Alabama so I know the southern life too!!!!), if you were the kind of girl to do a pageant, you were most likely stuck up, snobbish, and one of the first ones to get pregnant in your school! I wouldn't say I don't believe this. I know that small town, old school groups still exist, but where I am from, It is normally the school bitches that compete in those things!

I really think I am starting to love reading your blogs. You write stuff that is worth reading. (could not come up with a more eloquent way to put that!) Hope you are doing well and hope we can chat soon! Have a nice day sweetheart!

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CatB 7 年前

I am honored by the dedication, and thank you for sharing this article. It is a fascinating view into the small-town rural south. Much of it holds true in Texas as well. I am indeed wearing a big smile today, thanks to you.

At the end of the day, it's just as well you didn't beat up the Strawberry Queen. She wouldn't have been worth it. It is amazing that this kind of sub-culture persists. In Texas it's more small town football and homecoming queens. I'll share more thoughts in a PM.
Hugs always!

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jrinbendor 7 年前

Love it.....thanks for sharing

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DanB1672 7 年前

Wow that was a long article. Know all about your town's annual Strawberry Festival (I have attended many times) and the Strawberry Queen etc. The same is true in Manatee County where I live, and the girls who compete to be queen for the county fair. I was amazed the first time I went to the Strawberry Festival, it was as large as the New York State Fair used to be when I lived there. The girls who compete to be Queen are usually snobs, snots, shallow, self absorbed, self possessed, unfeeling, bitches who have no empathy or consideration for anyone else. It's too bad you didn't beat the shit out of the bitch.

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