bedheadchicken

If you know me (and now you do) you know that I love the great state of New Jersey.

I live there by choice. I love it there. I love the people I grew up with. I love the shore. I move the mountains. To me New York City is life in overdrive, which is great, but exhausting. It's like eating dinner on a treadmill. New Jersey is life in in real time. I love living here.

However...

I belong to a gym right down the block from me. My gym is named "Strong and Shapely". Yeah. It's so embarrassing. It's embarrassing for a lot of reasons, but mostly because that name brings to mind that ugly undercurrent of awful that's always been ever present in my home state- neon license plate frames, spray tan, Seaside Heights ("Jersey Shore" may exploit a very specific type of person, but they REALLY do exist in Seaside), hair gel and all that. That's aspect of Jersey has always amused/tortured me. I went to high school with kids like Pauly D, or whatever his name is. I swear. Lots of