Huh. Interesting. NJ is a state, DC is a city.

See, without knowing anything of American geography, I guess that in the back of my head I'd still be thinking of Jersey, which is teeny tiny itsy bitsy wee, and where I have been, and that that would vaguely colour my idea of how big New Jersey might be. Well, that and the fact that I've only happened across it being referred to disparagingly by New Yorkers, and had the impression that it was some wrong-side-of-the-tracks place near New York. Or is that somewhere different? Probably. I know I could google, but I'm going to go have a shower. Honestly. Any minute now...

Patiently waits for Fay's explaination of the difference between "it's" and "its".

Dude, you really want to taunt the Queen of the Jetlag People?

You're brave.

Well, that and the fact that I've only happened across it being referred to disparagingly by New Yorkers, and had the impression that it was some wrong-side-of-the-tracks place near New York. Or is that somewhere different? Probably.

Heh. That is NJ, but only part of it. North Jersey is suburbs of NYC. Central Jersey is a weird mix of farms and old industrial and a few cities. South Jersey I know almost nothing about, actually. And New Jersey also has a few hundred miles of Atlantic coastline, the Jersey Shore. (AFAIK, it's the only bit of coastline in the country that's commonly referred to as "shore" rather than "beach," and I've never seen a good explanation for why.) Fourth-smallest state in the country. And, at the time that I had to learn all this stuff as a 10-year-old growing up there, it had the ninth-largest population, thus making it the most densely populated state. And almost all of that population is in the northern part.

Also, home to a good number of sports teams that have "New York" in their names. And the Jersey Devil, who haunts the Pine Barrens. Which are in South Jersey! OK, I feel better now that I remembered something that's there.

Well, that and the fact that I've only happened across it being referred to disparagingly by New Yorkers, and had the impression that it was some wrong-side-of-the-tracks place near New York. Or is that somewhere different?

It's the same one, but it's also a wrong-side-of-the-tracks place near Philadelphia. In between the two it is the setting for House. You need an entire state to hold that much wrong-sideness.

Actually, if you've ever watched The Sopranos, that's pretty much everything you need to know about how most of the country thinks of North/Central Jersey. That and pollution. (In the mid-eighties or so, some hypodermic needles started washing up on the Jersey shore.) I totally confused many of my friends in college by insisting that NJ corn and tomatoes were better than the ones from the rest of the country -- they had no idea anyone was growing anything there.

I love when the b.org comes round to our important recurring conversations like this. I was just thinking (on about hour eight of twenty-four on my drive) what a good band name Gerund would be. And their first album could be Gerund: the Running.

More fun NJ facts: our governor resigned several years ago, announcing "My truth is that I am a gay American." The real reason for the resignation, though, was that his Israeli boyfriend -- who he had put onto his port security counsel even though he had no real training beyond the standard few years of army experience, and couldn't even get security clearance because he wasn't an American citizen -- was about to file a sexual harassment suit.

His wife stood by him during that speech, but then it became a very ugly divorce. There was one memorable instance where his wife said she'd had no idea that he was gay, and he responded that she had known, because she had participated in threesomes with him and another man.

He's now studying to become an Episcopal priest.

Fay, I love you. I have marked your awesome post. I split a gut with your highly educated argument (shit happens).

Wow, I didn't intend to spark a debate on Jersey. Just wanted to put out there what I learned. As a NYer, we often looked down our noses at Jersey. My favorite joke being "even the Statue of Liberty has turned her back on Jersey" (she faces Europe to greet the immigrants sailing into the harbor). But in Jersey's defense, the needles on the shore was found to come from garbage barges coming from NY.

As a NYer, we often looked down our noses at Jersey. My favorite joke being "even the Statue of Liberty has turned her back on Jersey"

Heh. NJers tell the same joke. I don't think anyone's ever been all "Yay NJ! We're great!" More "Yay NJ! We're freaks and proud of it!"

I mean, most lists I've seen outside of school of NJ stuff to be proud of have included the Jersey Devil (mythical creature, supposedly a changeling from the thirteenth child of a family back in the 1700s, said the haunt the Pine Barrens), Traction Park (actually called Action Park, a water park that had horribly dangerous rides, was staffed mostly by 16- and 17-year-olds, and served alcohol), and Jimmy Hoffa's body (supposedly buried under Giants Stadium.)

(OK, fine. In school we learned about Molly Pitcher and Walt Whitman and Washington crossing the Delaware and a bunch of stuff like that. But who needs that when you've got the Lindberg baby?)

Don't forget Jersey stealing Ben Franklins son and making him Govenor, and a super Red Lobster Back breaking poor Bens heart.