I was born in the country and for the most part I’m okay with that fact. I mean, I’m not bitter or anything.
Do I fit in the country? Not at all.
I hate hunting and fishing. I hate country music. I hate the way the culture I grew up in is perceived by the rest of my country. Unfortunately, it’s not a totally inaccurate perception, especially since the visible country people in our society just happen to be those who personify the caricature of gun-toting redneck morons. Lucky us.
So, as you can imagine, when a song like “Kiss My Country Ass” wins any sort of award (Best Web Video at the CMT Music Awards), those are the times when I am definitely not proud of country culture or of the way it’s presented to the world.
The song itself is among the more asinine and tasteless bits of artistic sludge that have come out of Nashville. The New Republic’s David Hadju does an excellent job of calling Blake Shelton on the carpet for his stupidity and thankfully acknowledges that not everyone from the American South is as idiotic as Shelton is.
Surprise, surprise, there actually are some of us who still find the rebel flag offensive and who refuse to subscribe to the attitude that says, “F— off!” to the world with a shotgun in one hand and a beer in the other. Perhaps fewer than I had hoped, but some nonetheless.