tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974015.post4098090071743513547..comments2024-03-15T01:11:32.832-07:00Comments on Bardiac: Rube... Yokel... I need a new wordBardiachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11846065504793800266noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974015.post-16467561726042086752008-04-15T06:52:00.000-07:002008-04-15T06:52:00.000-07:00I feel you. Grew up in the dullest part of Metair...I feel you. Grew up in the dullest part of Metairie, outside of New Orleans (New Orleans itself is semi-cool, if dirt-poor, but I almost never got into the city)and then moved here, to Pork Smith, Arkansas, even rub-ier, even poorer. I've been to New York and SF, so I know what cities are, and I've read a ton of books: enough to know what I don't know: what's missing from me. It's the net that's made it clearest, for me, though, reading blogs of people who are in those places, the world they take as natural.delagarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18197857250240640822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974015.post-49058083938908069322008-04-14T19:13:00.000-07:002008-04-14T19:13:00.000-07:00go ahead, embarass me more. glad you have some gr...go ahead, embarass me more. <BR/><BR/>glad you have some great students lining up for next fall!kathy a.https://www.blogger.com/profile/14479337952651746193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974015.post-82039099754107295442008-04-14T17:55:00.000-07:002008-04-14T17:55:00.000-07:00TBTAM, Thanks, but it doesn't really have the cach...TBTAM, Thanks, but it doesn't really have the cachet, and I stupidly want some cachet. Oh well, guess I'll muddle on!<BR/><BR/>Meansomething, Hmmm, naif sounds a little close to "naive," doesn't it? And that's not quite what I'm after. There's a difference between being naive and not having lived in Paris for a couple years.<BR/><BR/>Terminal, Oh, that sounds like it's worked out well. And knowing how to drive in a blizzard can be a useful skill!<BR/><BR/>Kathy A, but you can probably do whole swatches of the song!Bardiachttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11846065504793800266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974015.post-63528096773207146482008-04-13T18:51:00.000-07:002008-04-13T18:51:00.000-07:00ack. i grew up in the san fernando valley, of "va...ack. i grew up in the san fernando valley, of "valley girls" fame. or whatever you call that. but in the post WWII, cheap housing for vets, not a good address part. <BR/><BR/>my year in japan was my only time out of the US. ever. i might make it into canada next year. you'd think that growing up in southern california, i'd have been to mexico, but no. guess i'm a total rube.kathy a.https://www.blogger.com/profile/14479337952651746193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974015.post-25042372948737662852008-04-13T11:30:00.000-07:002008-04-13T11:30:00.000-07:00I hear you. I grew up in a suburb in a rural part ...I hear you. I grew up in a suburb in a rural part of the country (if you can have a suburb in a town of 13,000). When I moved to Urban Metropolis for my undergraduate work, I was blown away by the whole experience (operas! shopping! restaurants! art galleries!). <BR/><BR/>And now I feel equally comfortable in tiny rural towns and The City Like No Other, but for a long time I felt almost apologetic about my unsophisticated roots.<BR/><BR/>Now I see those roots as almost...exotic. I grew up in a part of the country that people dream of visiting. My suburbia-childhood is one that city folks find fascinating. I think it actually makes me different in a good way.<BR/><BR/>There is something to be said, after all, for knowing how to survive a blizzard, how to drive on country roads in an ice storm, and how to do without big city luxuries. <BR/><BR/>Even if it means I can't name drop about my favorite NYC boutique.Terminal Degreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16523014953046778630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974015.post-58005066644314766212008-04-13T10:38:00.000-07:002008-04-13T10:38:00.000-07:00The best word I can think of is naïf. To my ear, ...The best word I can think of is naïf. To my ear, it is less pejorative than rube or yokel. (And according to dictionary dot com, it has a specific connotation among jewelers of a stone that "has a true natural luster without being cut." That's you!Meansomethinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10063386254235591342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17974015.post-77763868858266266142008-04-13T06:26:00.000-07:002008-04-13T06:26:00.000-07:00I know how you feel. I, too, grew up in the 'burbs...I know how you feel. I, too, grew up in the 'burbs, and actually never even flew on a plane till I was 22 yrs old. Pitiful rube. <BR/><BR/>I'm trying to make up for it now, and so, it seems, are you. I'd say 6 months in Japan and a stint ot the peace corps is pretty darned international of you.Margaret Polaneczky, MD (aka TBTAM)https://www.blogger.com/profile/16555722791007332247noreply@blogger.com