08-18-2013, 06:01 AM
Alright, so you know those moments you realize why stereotypes exist? Well I just attended the most redneck event I've ever been to (well, that didn't involve guns anyway). But for real: band equipment on a flatbed, both kinds of music (country and western), yodeling, terrible fiddle playing, never-ending cheers for 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia', a fuckton of fenders, plaid, people dancing, middle-aged beer guts, whiskey, seldom duck dynasty shirts (the mark of the rare self-aware redneck)... just about everything you could imagine. It was horrifying yet strangely alluring.