Post by steph3 on Dec 11, 2012 1:49:38 GMT -5
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[style=width:350px; font-family: josefin sans; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align:center; color: #000; line-height: 80%; text-transform: uppercase; padding-bottom: 5px;]DARLA EMILY WORTHINGTON
CITIZEN. STEPH. CLARA ALONSO. REALITY STAR/HEIRESS/HARVARD STUDENT. 23. SOUTHERN BELLE. GOOD GIRL. TRADITIONAL.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,386,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width:130px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/2egd1z7.jpg);][/style] | [style=height: 180px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px;]There are two things a Louisiana girl is taught while growing up: how to make the best fried chicken in all the state and how to find the best man to become your husband and the father of your children. My mama, Hilly, was always having Anna and I cooking chicken for hours on end until we perfected the art, each of us, by the age of nine and seven respectively. We made sure to check the thighs so there would be no pink in them, that the skin was golden and made with Crisco. She taught us how to make seven different kinds of mashed potatoes, how to make grits, and Cajun rice with black eyed peas. Anna and I absorbed these skills like sponges. She was always a bit more commanding than I ever was – Anna. Her full name was Annalisa Marie Worthington while I was Darla Emily Worthington. My father always complained that there weren’t enough boys in the house so two years after my birth, Simon James Worthington was born. He was a trouble maker, that boy, but he was my brother and I loved him with all my little heart. Cooking southern comfort food, however, wasn’t exactly the problem in my family. You see, we come from Old Southern Money and I mean old with a capital O-L-D. The Worthington family is based on tradition and in Louisiana, so deep into the south, this is something that is picked apart and made very particular by the adults who rule the society. The problem with our family was the second thing a Louisiana girl is taught: how to find the best man to become your husband and the father of your children. Anna, well, she was a beauty queen. She was blessed with our family’s many positive traits and dashing good looks. Her only problem was that she wanted nothing to do with the family business. We were part of the Worthington Investment Corp. so we were, essentially, involved in every little business internationally. We were in the business of buying businesses and selling businesses. I never cared for it myself but my father noticed I was good with numbers, though a gal shouldn’t be, and not wanting to wait form Simon to grow up, he said he would make an exception as long as I went to school. So tons of beauty pageants, comfort food, and etiquette classes later, I was accepted into Harvard to pursue a degree in international business. I graduated with my bachelors when I was twenty one years old and am now pursuing a masters in marketing. Though I would prefer to be a guitar player or maybe a singer, I figured this would be a much more reliable source of income even though I am bound to inherit more money than I could ever make on my own. It isn’t fun having the spotlight constantly on you, either, especially now that Anna signed the two of us up for that damn reality show? Ana Louisiana. All just to prove she was a supposed queen of Louisiana! We are like those damn Kardashians now. Ridiculous! Not a moment to myself! But it is what happens I guess. Just have to stay positive right? Of course! After all, even the trademark of the show is what I just told you about: the two things a southern girl should know; Cookin’ and Man huntin’. |
