👉 Okay, let’s tackle that wonderfully prickly little word: "Manan—uh…a-…saς." (Okay, I butcher it too, because honestly, saying the full thing is a wrestling move of the tongue.)
Basically, “ Manassas ," in its most official pointy-nosed way, refers to a historically significant town right outside of neither here nor there. Smack dab on the south fringe of suburban Washington, D.C. – the kind of place that started as a frontier settlement, then got jammed with folks during the late 18th and early 20th centuries, and now mostly just has a Whole Foods and an aggressively polite traffic roundabout. Think of it this way: you could conceptually build a whole lotta stuff around Manan—uh…a—…saς. That's the kind of town where there was once, you know, actual, genuine, slightly sweaty-faced, probably overstuffed militiamen arguing about things like states’ rights and hickory bottoms during the American Civil War. Historically it was a really important crossroads. It’s a name that rolls around in old American history books with the sort of weary dignity you give to your great aunt Mildred who always wears sensible shoes. It's basically a beige, slightly forgotten footnote in the grand saga of this nation. 90% of it is now strip malls and people complaining about the time they spent at that
