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Post #248851 by freddiefreelance on Mon, Aug 14, 2006 9:06 AM

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On 2006-08-11 13:38, Hau 'oli Tiki wrote:

On 2006-08-08 20:43, Tiki-Kate wrote:
It's great finally knowing the origin of the phrase "hoity toity," as it pertains to TC.

I think it's hysterically funny, living in this part of SoCal, to have us all lumped together. I can guarantee that no one on the face of the earth would ever think of Yucaipa as hoity toity. When I think hoity toity, I think Orange County. Orange County has its serious hoity toity issues. Nothing about the Inland Empire is in any way, shape or form hoity toity. (Okay, Redlands is pretty hoity toity, but that's it.) We've got the ghetto. We've got the boonies and the sticks. We've got mullets and meth labs, but we've got no hoity toity out here in the 909.

Hey! I grew up in Silverado Canyon...a part of The OC. Not EVEN hoity Toity!! We had hippies growing the hemp, squatters living in shacks built out of wood from the old silver mines, goat farmers, drop outs, communal groups (cults) and the horse set...all so poor they had to use yellow rope for halters. OK, I've just described my family to a "T". We had goats (sold the milk, made yogurt), horses, chickens (sold the eggs), vegy crops, Mom made granola from the stuff she grew. Lived in the old Miners Hotel below the mines. Had NO money. Wore boots,jeans and old t shirts from my dad to school and got teased like crazy.

You get the picture...very Bohemian. Flat Landers and Down Town scared me then!!

Of course, I think now the Canyon is filled with Hoity Toities trying out the "BoHo" way of life. If you can call a million dollar mansion BoHo. But there's still the hippies, drop outs and nature freaks.

I hope I have not been called a Hoity...just cuz I'm from Orange County!

Too late, your Toityness! Hoity-Toity, Hoity-Toity! Neener, neener, neener! :P

Personally, I grew up in the Deep South, Staten Island (don't worry if you don't get the joke, I don't expect that humor to go further than Red Hook...), and although we had a Tiki restaurant there (the more-than-adequite Jade Island) you didn't find backyard Tiki Oases, tropical foliage, lava rock-trimmed banks, Sputnik-topped convenience stores, neighborhood Mai-Tai parlors, bars with dark nooks lit only by a dim lamp covered by a pufferfish or bamboo fish trap... all the wonders you can still find in abundance in this corner of the country. It's like someone tilted the map and all the net floats & Harvey's mugs rolled down here.