Today, in an email exchange, a friend gave me a winking, good-natured insult. And then she called me 'sugar'.
I didn't think people spoke that way anymore. It felt what I imagine as Southern: sophisticated, dignified and clever. I've never been so delighted with an insult; it made me as happy as many a compliment has.
This is why I'll never be a politician; I'm too easily swayed.
Which reminds me: Why hasn't the leather garment industry ever used the slogan "easily suede"? It just seems a natural.