From Alabama to the Arctic: How Polly Holliday’s ‘Kiss My Grits’ Became the World’s Favorite Insult Export
Sardonic Dispatch: How a Southern Waitress Named Polly Holliday Accidentally Became a Global Rorschach Test By the time the Berlin Wall was being jack-hammered into souvenir chunks, a middle-aged woman in Alabama was still fielding dinner orders with the same two-word dismissal that had already circled the planet like a spiteful satellite. “Kiss my grits”…