What's with the Jersey Fascination?

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many of you know, I grew up in New Jersey.  Not just any town but
Belleville (Wiki it.  Scroll down to Notable Residents.  Yes, it's a one of kind place). 

And, recently, I'm
amazed at how amazed people are by my home state. 

Did it begin with
the Sopranos?  Who knows but the fascination continues with ~
Jersey Shore
Real Housewives
of NJ
Jersey Couture
Cake Boss

But, honestly,
what's the big deal?  Doesn't the rest of the country:

- Have at least four courses on holidays, starting with an
antipasto of prosciutto, salami, olives and wet mozzarella,
which is pronounced 'mootzadell' (and when I hear it pronounced the way
it's spelled, I actually have a gag reflex.)

- Make their own sauce and call it 'gravy' and refer to pasta as 'macaroni.'
- Know that everyone looks better with a tan.

Apparently not.  Apparently, so I'm told, some people buy 'sauce' that comes in a JAR.

Excuse me.  I have to go to the bathroom and throw up.

Ok, I'm back.

Anyway, I am grateful ~

1/ That I grew up in New Jersey and know what it's really like.

That I left New Jersey
(for college in PA, law school in Boston, NYC
for work and now beautiful Chicago)

3/ But I can always go home.

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  • i happen to think sauce in a JAR is pretty good :)

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