…when Cotton was King, slavery was legal, and Women’s Liberation meant wriggling Betsy John out of her corset.
I received this solicitation in my junk mail, amongst coupons for the new Domino’s (no, no delivery yet, but you can drive the 30 minutes one-way to pick it up!) and Family Dollar. I wish that I could say I have no idea who buys this shit. But I live in the rural South, and I’m willing to bet at least two of my neighbors have already sent money orders to the Bradford Exchange and are eagerly anticipating their Pride of the South Rings.