Been meaning to post this for a while...but my internet was slightly borked this weekend.
In some ways, this is a continuation of my "Attitudes Toward the South" thread a while back. But, this has come up before, so I'm just going to say it, loud and clear.
I am a redneck.
Ah, you ask, "But, you are a doctoral student, in the arts, no less, so surely you must be a refined intellectual." Yeah, sure. I love theatre, clean up okay, and can hold my own at a social function (although I frequently feel out of place). However, I'm equally at home sitting on the tailgate of a pickup truck, out in the middle of the country, drinking whiskey from the bottle and talking about the crops. I drove a truck for 9 years, and I'd still be driving it if I hadn't wrecked it.
Oh, and by the way, "refined academics" aren't always smart. Some of the folks out here couldn't find their way out of a paper sack without a GPS and a flashlight.
Perhaps it's because of my upbringing, being surrounded by people who work outside for a living, some of whom were illiterate. Learning, first hand, what it is to work outside for long hours during the summer. Y'know how the term "redneck" was coined? Farmers and such frequently get sunburnt on the back of their necks. Red. Necks.
So, when I hear the term "redneck", I think about summer nights drinking on levees, going mudding, riding 4-wheelers, playing in cotton fields. I picture hard-working people with little in the way of formal education - like my Dad, my Aunts and Uncles and Cousins. My BIL, who is definitely a redneck...but he makes my sister happy and provides for his family. So what if there are two deer heads on the wall? So what if he drinks Bud Lights with his buddies and goes to NASCAR races? Y'know, I've watched NASCAR races and I've watched football games and I fail to see how one can be considered so "superior" to the other. NASCAR is driving in a circle, and football is taking a funny shaped ball in one direction and then the other direction. "Oh, but that's different, football has strategies." You think those drivers don't come up with strategies and plans before a race? Your average NASCAR fan is no worse or better than your average fan of any other sport. You show me a redneck in a camping trailer with a Bud in each hand and I will raise you a Packers fan in little more than body paint in 15 degree weather with a cheese on his head.
Oh, and I believe somewhere that somebody mentioned how a "redneck" would break down if they had to go to a fancy dinner party, not knowing which fork to use. Well, when this little redneck had her first fancy dinner, she sat politely and waited to see what other people did and followed suit. In my family, learning how to operate a module builder took precedence over learning which freakin' fork to use with the salad.
In some ways, this is a continuation of my "Attitudes Toward the South" thread a while back. But, this has come up before, so I'm just going to say it, loud and clear.
I am a redneck.
Ah, you ask, "But, you are a doctoral student, in the arts, no less, so surely you must be a refined intellectual." Yeah, sure. I love theatre, clean up okay, and can hold my own at a social function (although I frequently feel out of place). However, I'm equally at home sitting on the tailgate of a pickup truck, out in the middle of the country, drinking whiskey from the bottle and talking about the crops. I drove a truck for 9 years, and I'd still be driving it if I hadn't wrecked it.
Oh, and by the way, "refined academics" aren't always smart. Some of the folks out here couldn't find their way out of a paper sack without a GPS and a flashlight.
Perhaps it's because of my upbringing, being surrounded by people who work outside for a living, some of whom were illiterate. Learning, first hand, what it is to work outside for long hours during the summer. Y'know how the term "redneck" was coined? Farmers and such frequently get sunburnt on the back of their necks. Red. Necks.
So, when I hear the term "redneck", I think about summer nights drinking on levees, going mudding, riding 4-wheelers, playing in cotton fields. I picture hard-working people with little in the way of formal education - like my Dad, my Aunts and Uncles and Cousins. My BIL, who is definitely a redneck...but he makes my sister happy and provides for his family. So what if there are two deer heads on the wall? So what if he drinks Bud Lights with his buddies and goes to NASCAR races? Y'know, I've watched NASCAR races and I've watched football games and I fail to see how one can be considered so "superior" to the other. NASCAR is driving in a circle, and football is taking a funny shaped ball in one direction and then the other direction. "Oh, but that's different, football has strategies." You think those drivers don't come up with strategies and plans before a race? Your average NASCAR fan is no worse or better than your average fan of any other sport. You show me a redneck in a camping trailer with a Bud in each hand and I will raise you a Packers fan in little more than body paint in 15 degree weather with a cheese on his head.
Oh, and I believe somewhere that somebody mentioned how a "redneck" would break down if they had to go to a fancy dinner party, not knowing which fork to use. Well, when this little redneck had her first fancy dinner, she sat politely and waited to see what other people did and followed suit. In my family, learning how to operate a module builder took precedence over learning which freakin' fork to use with the salad.
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