Nothing about the book, but more so about people today. Within the bounds of one of my classes today, quite engrossed in not paying attention I was pulled away from inactivity by an emphatic "I don't like rednecks." Scenario: this is said in a rural town a couple hundred miles or so from a metropolitan complex. Again, this is farm country; the town in question is aggressively surrounded by corn. The speaker, a younger female, is thick (probably the corn) in ragged clothing in a way which, combined with the college class, suggests choice if not motivation. The teacher herself is by her own casual conversational testimony a farmer. The atmosphere apart form comment is country friendly, alright.
Next, another student not two minutes later describes that his (walking) path to Walmart at one time included crossing a pig farm. A pig farm. In town. On his way to Walmart. No comment escapes anyone else.
Fine...we're not a talkative bunch at the moment. Yet, not five minutes more multiple people in the class admit--without any admitted connection to the prior comments--that they've participated in the redneck fishing event "round these parts."
Suddenly I'm all proud of my relatively urban background. I've heard of irony and they haven't. I like feeling superior.
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