Monday night I went out with My Flattie and Dr. Sarcastic. We caught up for a gluten-loaded Japanese dinner and I am SO paying the consequences today. Can we say ELEPHANT? Ah well … I’m still 4 lbs lighter than when I declared war on BFA’s scale but even still … it’s what I like to call a BIG SUCKS!!! I’m going back to super high maintenance. Why oh why can’t I just be the fabulous weight from when I first arrived and had lost a TON of weight from food poisoning?
Anyway … Dr. Sarcastic was an arrogant jerk was so super funny! I absolutely LOVED that he called me a country bumpkin. And I loved it even more when he took his serious “I hate to break it to you” tone and explained to me why I really am country.
His reasoning? Even though I’m incredibly independent, living 8,000+ miles away from my family ALL ALONE, am intelligent, care about the latest trends and fashions, am a perfectionist and amibitious … well … you see … I like stereotypical pink roles and I have no problems with a guy who wants to do the stereotypical blue roles. So that TOTALLY makes me country. Oh and because I’m friendly, smile, don’t appear jaded and want a family. [frustrated grumbling]
Needless to say I was a bit frustrated by the whole thing and YAY! :) Most Important Utah Boy (MIUB) found me on IM last night. I SOOOO needed to talk and he knew exactly what to say (though there is a good chance it was completely accidental.) Anyway … MIUB and I both know that MIUB is in no way country. At all. In fact, there is a chance he’s more high maintenance than I am.
I told MIUB what “country” means (according to Dr. Sarcastic) and here is how he replied, “I guess it’s all about where you grow up. So I guess that also means that I am looking for a country girl to settle down with… which makes me country too.”
Simple words. But they made me feel a whole ton better. Why? Because he’s not country and he has the same aversion to being called country. Plus, instead of telling me to ignore the comments, or trying to justify why people call me country, he gave me the benefit of all of my feelings and took the “horrible label” as his own too. If I am country then a whole lot of people in Salt Lake are as well – including him.
So yeah … there you have it. MIUB can be a total jerk but he was a good friend last night.
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Salt Lake City…
Country…
OK, I’m from the UK, and I guess it’s different here, but I distinguish between urban and redneck by certain cultural attitudes. Because everyone here livs near a city by your standards) but the percentage of the population who are what I would decribe as confirmed urbanites is still relatively low.
Although I live in the suburbs, most people would describe me as a city boy due to certain social attitudes I have- the metrosexual single male.
It’s largely due to the culture you identify with.
I find country an odd term to refer to those characteristics, honestly. It is funny those things people value more than others in making judgments about someone!!
You are not country; move to Texas for a week – that’s country.
Specifically a small city though.
Hi Daisy, totally unrelated to the other comments here but I just noticed you visited my blog back in July and left a comment. Only took me three months, but thanks for the visit. I’m just a novice at blogging and have been very negligent with maintaining mine. Now that I know more than just a few select people visit, I’ll be on my best behaviour..:) Your blog looks great, BTW!
wow. that’s a new one I’ve truly never heard before. that boy needs to see more of the world…I grew up in the city (yes, yes, that would explain my fiestiness – and inablility to spell apparantly) I am the epitamy of a city girl…and yet I chose to be a stay at home mom, love my family, want my husband to take care of me, and enjoy baking the best apple crisp ever and creating a character cake every now and then like any little house mommy would…however…like you daisy – we’re way too feminist (and sexy dare I add) to ever be labled country..bleck!!