Vox Hunt: Home Town Pride

Show us the best thing about your home town.
Submitted by 怒涛の鮫.

You know, this doesn't exactly fit the question, but I had been wanting to post this, so here it is:

Pittsburgh Girls

A Pittsburgh girl knows just about as much about football as her guy friends, in some cases, even more.  She drinks beer because it tastes good but knows when to be classy and drink something more sophisticated.  She owns a Steeler jersey (and NOT a PINK one!) not just because it's cute, but because she supports her team and understands the game.  She loves Kennywood and isn't afraid to order cheese fries from the Potato Patch because, let's face it, Pittsburgh girls wear winter coats and scarves more often than bikinis and flip flops.

A Pittsburgh girl loves St. Patrick's Day, even if she's not Irish because green beer is good for the soul.

Pittsburgh girls don't have a funny accent.  They just speak a different language.  The word yinz is dear to her heart, even if she would never say it herself.

A Pittsburgh girl bleeds black and gold and knows how to have a great time.  She's stylish and sweet.  She has a great education and loves her friends and family.

A Pittsburgh girl goes to church on Sunday hung over, only to be let out early by the priest because the Steelers kick off at one.

A Pittsburgh girl might not live by the beach, but the Three Rivers are just as good!  She has seen all four seasons and has a reason to love and hate each one of them.  She's the type of girl you can call late at night and spill your heart out to.  She's the type you can take home to Mom and Dad without worrying they won't like her because everyone loves a Pittsburgh girl.  If you need a girl to take to the game, she'll be there.  If you need a friend to help you out, she's there.  If you need a drinking buddy, she'll be there with her IC Light in hand. 

So, let your Pittsburgh girl know you love her!

You can take the girl out of Pittsburgh, but you can never take the Pittsburgh out of the girl!

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Vox Hunt: My Favorite Poem

Share your favorite poem.

Momma always asked me why I never went out with nice boys with shiny shoes.

She didn't understand why I liked the ones who looked like Gypsies or rock stars.

The boys who pressed hard against me in the dark, breathing their secrets into me.

I like the boys with hungry eyes that licked me like flames, the boys with tattoos and wild habits.

I liked the boys who drove too fast, racing with the midnight stars, the boys who got me drunk and purred in my ear like stray cats.

I liked the boys with apartments by the railroad tracks, whose steaming locomotive heat devoured me on crumpled sheets.

The boys with guitars and too tight blue jeans.

Momma wanted me to marry a doctor, lawyer, Indian chief, a tepid lukewarm boy with degrees.

She didn't understand I was smoldering inside, an incandescent quiet flame burning in the night.

 Dyan Brown

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