Angel, down south some of we see things in a different light.

Years ago my Sainted Mother cried for days and wrung her hands for two years when my not-so-sainted brother joined the Air Force and was sent to a not-so-resortful airbase in Dover, Delaware.

Her fear was that he would return with a "Northern Woman".
Around the house the words northern woman were spoken in hushed tones with pause brackets, as if children -God Forbid- might hear of their unsavory existence.

Funny thing, Mother is a died-in-the-wool Southern Baptist, but I'll always remember her sad lament...

" I don't care if Robert G. marries a Catholic, a heathen, or a Jew, as long as she's Southern- black or white, but please Dear Lord, don't let Gary bring home a woman from the north."

Well it worked for our family, neither Gary, Linda, nor me, married a "Northen woman".

( well, there was that one time I fooled around with a woman from Minneapolis, but she was a floozie and I was drunk.)