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Leave them babies be
2008 March 29
Bless your heart.
Hey… That was not genuine bless my heart.
That’s okay, I'm not a bona-fide southerner.
I am. Arkansas.
So BYH is best reserved for moments like “that’s the ugliest baby I’ve ever seen bless its heart”?
Unless the recipient of this phrase is on his/her deathbed or about to have a limb amputated, it’s usually not a term of endearment. Rarely directed at babies, more often to the Rubenesque bridesmaid who, like her ultra-skinny companions in the line-up, is wearing a mauve taffeta dress with a big ol’ lace-lined satin bow on her ass… bless her heart, that’s not a good look for her.