My Only Bitchy Cousin Is — A Yankeetype Guy The Exclusive

The table went silent. My aunt laughed nervously. My uncle poured himself more bourbon. And I sat there, mouth open, realizing that I had been verbally filleted by a man wearing a Patagonia vest unironically.

He is not simply a man from the North. My grandfather was from Vermont and he could fell a tree, fix a carburetor, and apologize without saying sorry (the true New England trifecta). The Yankeetype Guy is a different beast entirely. He is an exclusive breed. He is the guy who moves to Brooklyn for two years and suddenly develops a "very specific opinion" about artisanal mayonnaise. my only bitchy cousin is a yankeetype guy the exclusive

While he can be incredibly demanding and, yes, a bit bitchy about small details (like the exact temperature of his water), there is a certain charm to his meticulousness. It's not malicious; it's just... him . The Family Gatherings: An Exclusive Showcase The table went silent