My dad says I always disregard his ideas. He is basing this assumption largely on the years of 1985-1991, which is entirely unfair, as my brain cells were dulled by the cloud of Aqua Net that followed me wherever I went.
And yet, the assumption persists. He called me this afternoon and said, "I have an idea for your blog which you can listen to and then dismiss completely."
He said he was getting such a kick of the comments on this post, about how we all wind up dealing with the assumptions about where we live geographically. You know, Arkansans are rednecks, Californians eat tofu, Floridians are tan, New Jerseyans (Jerseyites?) are in the mafia.
So, my dad wanted to hear (and for the record, I think it’s an excellent idea–did you hear that, Dad? I said it was AN EXCELLENT IDEA) what stereotypes you face where you live. And–just come clean–how much of it might be the tiniest bit true?
Fire away. Unless you are a New Jerseyite mafia member, in which case, please do not fire. I am blameless. It was all my dad’s idea.