At a recent social gathering in Southern Pennsylvania (near my home), I was chatting with an acquaintance from the city who was proclaiming his disdain for all of the Confederate flags being flown in the area. He stated, rather emphatically: I can’t believe there are so many rednecks around here!
Just as he was making his proclamation, a gentleman with what I would call a “mullet to end all mullets” was walking behind him. The mullet-clad gentleman didn’t bat a brow, yet I felt equal parts embarrassment and fall
down hilarity at the statement and the situation.
This got me thinking about my own “redneck” history so to speak. I grew up in Laramie, Wyoming. While being the cultural epoch of Wyoming due to the University residing there, Laramie would definitely be considered redneck territory. In seventh grade, all students were required to take a “Hunter’s Safety” course in which 12 and 13 year-old children were ultimately required to shoot live rounds from .22 caliber rifles in the gymnasium to pass the class. I would assume this class is no longer a requirement of Laramie Junior High School, but it demonstrates a mentality that many would classify as “redneck.” continue reading…