If you’re a Southerner you should be reading The Bitter Southerner. And if you’re not a Southerner, but appreciate good journalism, you should be reading The Bitter Southerner.
One year old this week, BS is a young Atlanta-based web magazine that publishes one long form piece each week about some odd corner of Southern culture—from profiles of Atlanta strippers to a photo essay and love letter to the hills of Appalachia and its inhabitants.
In honor of its one-year anniversary BS is fundraising in order to continue its mission of differentiating the South from Southern stereotypes:
The reality is that we have—over the last three or so decades—allowed “the South” to become defined in extraordinarily narrow terms. We wish the Thompson and Robinson families well, but the sparkly pinks of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo and the olive drabs of Duck Dynasty are not the only colors on the Southern palette.
With the goal of paying their writers and themselves, BS has initiated the Y’all Come campaign to uphold its belief in claiming Southern identity through written and visual documentation. In the process they’re always inspired by a drink or two. Over the course of the week, BS visited its favorite Atlanta bars including cocktail bar Paper Plane and local favorite H. Harper Station in the name of incubating good, honest, Southern business. We followed them there and through their beautifully curated Bitter Southerner cocktail series to drink Daiquiris, crush Mint Juleps and raise the barn for the next year to come.