I think I mentioned that my new obsession is reading the LadyBlog over at Culture 11. This collective of conservative ladies is a real stew of contradictions, but a few posts have me mulling over recent events.
Let's start with this, however. I was born in Parkersburg, WV, but my parents are both from Lubbock, TX. We moved back to Texas when I was eight years old, settling in my sisters' hometown of Victoria (pop. 50,000). My dad was a chemical engineer at DuPont, being one of two large industrial employers in Victoria. We moved from there to Orange, TX (pop. 24,000) before finally settling in a suburb of Houston (Kingwood) when I was sixteen. I attended college back in Lubbock at Texas Tech, and my wife - a lifelong military brat - and I settled in Houston upon graduation.
Why the biography, you ask? I'm gettin' there, cowboy. But first let me direct you to several recent posts over at LadyBlog:
Now it's worth noting that LadyBlogger (and D.C. resident) Burgdorf already
called me down once for not being, um, "classy" in their comments section (for which I apologized, though I think my veiled reference to Bristol Palin was not that bad). So I thought I'd get all classy over here. On the "Hell Cats" piece, I may have completely missed the point (approve or disapprove?). But the second piece is a real study in both "conservative female" thought and the current wave of Sarah Palin fervor.
What strikes me about the tone of these posts, not to mention the overall tone of this week's RNC, is that I feel that a lot of these folks view rural America, Southern America, Western America and small-town culture in general as a dying, exotic - and uniformly wonderful - feature of these United States.
Wendy Sullivan even left The Big City for rural Kansas to be a freelance writer and farmer (after she stopped worrying about her next pedicure). The Bryer-Wotte post, however, really set me off because of its fawning over Levi Johnston, Bristol Palin and, implcitly, their "situation." I guess after James Dobson signed off, these nattering ninnies decided that celebrating the "hot" Levi and the spreading of his seed to the Palin clan was a pretty slick move.
I think all those lattes and Activia have gone to some of the LadyBloggers' brains because in REAL rural-Southern-Texan culture, Levi would not be commended for standing onstage at the RNC. Marianne Brennan added this in the Comments:
"He’s a lot more of a man than a lot of people with better manners."
Yeah, whatever, Marianne. That little dipshit is latching onto his one decent hope to get out of rural Alaska, by attaching himself and his spawn to the Palin clan. Hey, I give him credit for dumb luck. This is the same party that wouldn't allow Mary Cheney's long-term partner onstage, right? My gut feel about many of these LadyBloggers is that, like many Republicans, they live in big cities in the Northeast and long for some remembered (or imagined) small-town life. Because if they knew anything about the South (or whatever), they'd know first that Levi might've gotten his ass kicked by Track (and maybe Todd), then he'd be taking Todd's old job on the North Slope. Let's check back with Levi in five years or so before we start telling him how great (and hot) he is.
The point of this disjointed rant is that many of these Republicans I saw on the TV this week are utterly without an idea of how to govern this nation. But what they do have is a strange hatred of America's big cities (where many of them live). They had Rudy Giuliani of all people calling the Democrats "cosmopolitan" Wednesday night. Sarah Palin is in their book the most exotic of creatures - hunter, athlete, fisherman, small-town mayor, mother of five. Come to think of it, she is quite exotic. But I dare say she is not at all representative of the experience in which most Americans live everyday. Does that mean she can't be the VP? Sure it doesn't. Does it make her uniquely qualified? Of course it doesn't.
I've got deep affection for Texas, and I romanticize the Deep South and the West as much as the next redneck. I love Larry Brown and Cormac McCarthy novels, I love redneck rock and country music (REAL country music, not the carpetbagging shit that
Cheryl Miller writes about over at
Culture 11. I was also raised in the Southern Baptist church, and though I love and respect many things about my Christian upbringing, I also got to see a lot of the backbiting hypocrisy of so-called Christians. It didn't shake my faith, but it opened my eyes about religion. I don't mind at all that this week the evangelical Republican base has embraced Bristol Palin's pregnancy. But pardon me if it feels just a touch hypocritical, coming from a group of people who have been wagging their judgmental fingers at us for decades.
Having lived in smaller cities (though I would not call them "small towns"), I've seen the dark underbelly of those places as well. I always loved the people but was happy when I made it to a high school that had a lot to offer. I'm proud of my modest public college education, but I wouldn't hesitate to send my daughter to Harvard or Yale if she had the opportunity. "Ivy League" and "intellectual" are dirty words in Republican circles these days. There's nothing wrong with having humble roots, but there's something terribly ignorant about resenting others for their educations. Never mind the fact that it's a fucking farce since much of the Republican establishment have silver-spoon roots in the same system. I'm not knocking smaller towns - they have plenty of wonderful features as well - but they, like almost anyplace in America, they have their own less-appealing qualities as well.
Where I went wrong (read: liberal) is anyone's guess (I am the black sheep of my family, at least by their standards). I love the Second Amendment, but I also love the First and Fourth. Hooray for the NRA and the ACLU! I love Larry McMurtry and Jane Austen (I know: books = "elite")! I love Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash (okay, stole that from Kid Rock)! I love Chardonnay and Budweiser (well, I don't love Budweiser, but I'll drink it; Coors Light tastes like piss, however, and only an idiot would try to get shit-faced on piss). So maybe I'm a Redneck Elite or something, but I'm sure I'm no more or less full of contradictions than the next American. I've never lived on the East or West Coasts, but I've lived in some diverse locales. They used to say, "Texas is like a whole 'nother country."
So let me suggest that Americans of all political persuasions embrace their small-town roots, or simply just root for small towns. They are an important and vital part of our national fabric. But about 80 percent of us live in big cities to pursue success beyond that of our parents. That used to be Republican value. Now it's simply mocked and derided to score political points. I get tired of all this "real people" talk as if any person's life is any more or less "real" than the next (except maybe politicians, who seem uniformly more out of touch than the rest of us). By all means, America, keep your romantic notions, but keep them out of our political reality.
UDPATE: Freelance-writer-part-time-farmer
Wendy Sullivan rips Heart's Ann and Nancy Wilson a new one for not allowing "Barracuda" to be co-opted by the Palin - I mean, McCain - campaign. Her reasoning? Chicks should stick together. I guess
real women can only vote for McCain-Palin now.
UPDATE II: After a lengthy absence, I added
Alabama Ass Whuppin' back to my list of recommended reading (aka "My Peeps" -- see left sidebar) because Lord knows the world needs more unapologetic Redneck Liberals - and
Drive-By Truckers fans!