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So, after much thought, I've come to a realization. I'm a total redneck.
Not in a bad way, I don't think. I'm still my normal liberal-leaning, dykey self. But as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
justsonya always points out, Maryland is technically below the Mason Dixon line.
So yeah, I'm a little Southern. I just spent 2 years of college learning to hide it. For those who don't know me that well, I spent two wasted years in college taking Mass Communication classes, drumming all traces of a Baltimore accent out of my voice before I got a job on the radio and realized rather abruptly that I fucking hated it. As I've said in the past, I don't know whether I hated the actual job, or that it was for a local Christian Radio station with some of the most hateful programming known to man. But y'know, when you get an internship, you take what you've got.
So, I like Cracker Barrell, and grits, and cooking with real butter. And I actually like some country music, much as I tried to forget that little fact, I like mullet rock, and metal, and deep down, though I bitch mightily, there's nothing quite like a Southern summer, with sticky heat, and honeysuckle and magnoilias blooming.
And deep down, no matter how much I want a nice eco-friendly car that will save on gas and pollution, I still want a nice '72 Barracuda, or a 67 Impala or a Camaro to restore. Something that fucking roars when you hit the gas.
Also, I'm kinda so excited about the whole Winchestercon/Nashville thing that I may bounce myself senseless long before October. *grin*
Not in a bad way, I don't think. I'm still my normal liberal-leaning, dykey self. But as
justsonya always points out, Maryland is technically below the Mason Dixon line.So yeah, I'm a little Southern. I just spent 2 years of college learning to hide it. For those who don't know me that well, I spent two wasted years in college taking Mass Communication classes, drumming all traces of a Baltimore accent out of my voice before I got a job on the radio and realized rather abruptly that I fucking hated it. As I've said in the past, I don't know whether I hated the actual job, or that it was for a local Christian Radio station with some of the most hateful programming known to man. But y'know, when you get an internship, you take what you've got.
So, I like Cracker Barrell, and grits, and cooking with real butter. And I actually like some country music, much as I tried to forget that little fact, I like mullet rock, and metal, and deep down, though I bitch mightily, there's nothing quite like a Southern summer, with sticky heat, and honeysuckle and magnoilias blooming.
And deep down, no matter how much I want a nice eco-friendly car that will save on gas and pollution, I still want a nice '72 Barracuda, or a 67 Impala or a Camaro to restore. Something that fucking roars when you hit the gas.
Also, I'm kinda so excited about the whole Winchestercon/Nashville thing that I may bounce myself senseless long before October. *grin*
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Nothin' wrong with being a redneck, as long as you aren't racist. XD Like my neighbors. Which is why I'm getting out the hose right now.
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Have fun with the hose, sweetie. What are they doing now?
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And I don't think socially conditioned responses that you question can be called racist, because you question them. It's when you go along with them without thought that you let society win. XD
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*snerk* Good for you. Have fun, then!
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Lovely.
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"We say grace*, and we say Ma'am, and if you don't care for us we don't give a damn."
And deep down, no matter how much I want a nice eco-friendly car that will save on gas and pollution, I still want a nice '72 Barracuda, or a 67 Impala or a Camaro to restore. Something that fucking roars when you hit the gas.
Exactly. For me its a 72 Chevy Nova. I'm constantly scanning Craig's List for a Nova that's pretty enough and the right price for me to sell my current vehicle. Right now I drive my daddy's old pick up. (I LOVE saying that.) It's a 95 Chevy Silverado extended cab V8 with a broken tailpipe that I can't bear to fix because my truck - she is so loud and pretty. She has a dent in both side panels and a crack in the windshield. She eats far to much gas and is a BITCH to park in LA and I've been saying I'm going to sell her for years now but I just never seem to get around to it. Oh and her name is Snowball. I have no idea why, my Dad named her.
When I first moved here, I tried to swallow my accent, Texan, and most days it's not hard. People sort of seem to embrace it though and think it's quaint and charming. I've also come to learn that the thickness of it is directly proportional to either how pissed off I am or how much I've had to drink. With the drinking I imagine I'll be doing in Nashville, you guys will probably get a good ear full.
Wincon - I'll be there with my boots on! It's imparative that we go see some live music I think. I can't decide what I'm anticipating more lately, s1 DVDs, s2 premiere, or Wincon.
*in whatever denomination or lack there of we choose of course.
Re: "We say grace*, and we say Ma'am, and if you don't care for us we don't give a damn."
We're probably renting a car, so if they don't mind squishing in whatever godawful economy-sized piece of shit they give us, we'll be happy to drive a couple people to wherever we want to go for some music. I think I can stay sober long enough to drive to and fro. *grin* There was discussion of finding a bar with a mechanical bull at one point, which I heartily approve of. Free entertainment, after all.
Right now, I'm driving a Ford Focus, recently paid off. I hate it with a passion, and would trade it for any reliable car in a heartbeat. I call it "satan."
It's actually funny, I've lost the Baltimore accent, but I seem to have acquired a faint Southern drawl, complete with 'y'all' and 'sugar.' Go figure. *shrug*
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We could get blitzed together, and mock people mercilessly. And then go listen to bad music and booze it up.
As I said to Jess, we've got a king bed and therefore a nice private room, unless Nette's coming, in which case I would suck it up and get two queens.
Or possibly just shove you in the king with us. *leer*
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And that whole dirty south thing just trips out this little California girl no end.
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I forget that you're from the land of granola sometimes. I think when we first met you were living in Florida, and somehow I always associate that with you. *shrug* Go figure.
*hug*