If you live in Missouri and you are a reasonably articulate law student who doesn't like boots, trucks or animals, you can pretty much throw a rock and hit someone who is more of a hillbilly than you are. There are many days that i can look around and feel pretty sophisticated in comparison to the general population, but there are always those times that remind you that you ain't no city-slicker yet and that you will invertibley be asked if you are from Arkansas when you travel (which by-the-way even people from Missouri are offended by).
Some of these times might be when you have a long conversation with a friend about how you aren't sure you like living in the "big city" of St. Louis only to have her end up laughing at you b/c St. Louis so isn't a "big" city. Or when you find yourself looking around at the trees and the hills and and realize that you don't know how people live in a place like New York City where there is no space to just breathe.
And when it hits you that maybe you aren't so different from the people who think that flannel is still in style, Toby Keith is a god walking on earth and TGI Fridays makes a mean steak. And maybe you don't mind too much after all. You don't mind because you have a special place in your heart for the good ole' boys, you really do love trees and fresh air and it really is nice to see someone wave at you with all the nice fingers and smile when you walk by.
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