So far so good. It's almost been two weeks since I arrived here in the great state of Montana. I must be a little candid with you all and say that culture shock is setteling in like a ton of bricks. Can you say,"behind the times."
I guess I am ignorant in a way too, thinking that there really aren't places left in the United States where such racisim and sexism and close minded people exsist. But, there are...and there is. And instead of Rollin' with the Hommies like I'm used to, it's Rollin' with the cowboys.
The bar that I tend at has two types. The locals and everyone else. I am not a local yet. That may be a good thing! The locals use the "N" word a lot and not in jokes. The locals think women don't have much to say that's important. Barefoot, in the kitchen and pregnant, cleaning the house, feeding the kids and silent until bedroom time when they want them to be as wild as a dog in heat. But, the locals have a certain charm to them as well. They believe that their little city is the center of the world and they love their little city. They don't like change, they are loyal as Old Yella...and they love their drinky drink. My brother and I were just discussing this last night that they are like little lost sheep running around looking to be killed or caught up by the sheperd and lead. It's very interesting. I a told that there is a huge amount of crystal meth up in these there hills and it's scary to see the commercials they are putting on TV to warn kids about it. Remember back in the day when we had a frying pan and eggs showing us what pot would do to our brains. Well, these are graphic and real and scary to even adults type of commercials. Different, yes. But do I love it, yes. Have I always told people I wanted to live in a trailer park? YES. And am I? yes. I don't actually live in one, but I live in a city with a lot of them and most of the people I know already live in them. And it's really the best thing I could of possibly asked for at this time of my life. Learning...living...loving...the best that I can. Kristen over and out...
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
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4 comments:
JH:
So when you roll with the cow boys do you do the hand gesture like they did in clueless?
JH: No, we do the lasso type of deal like we're ropping cows!
Wait, Where's Montana again?
Just Kidding. I can't believe you're bartending in Montana! When you're old and grey you'll have some stories to think back upon, that's for sure...
with love-
Kjack
I just stumbled onto your blog, and I thought it was quite a coincidence that we are from the same area.
Your description of Montana could very easily describe Cary, where I went to a Halloween party once, and some people there thought it was okay to show up dressed as black people, wearing dark makeup on their skin and with enormous fake lips, and behaving in the most offensive, racist way imaginable.
Cary is also the town where junior high kids pelted me with rocks as I walked past their church, simply because I was wearing a T-shirt for the band Bad Religion.
Cary is increadibly superficial, uneducated, and closed-minded. Everyone is expected to be married by the age of 18. They think Cary is the center of the universe.
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