I grew up in a very white collar community with parents from squarely blue collar backgrounds. They were self-made. I was always mystified by aunts who watched home shopping networks and drank from huge plastic mugs of Coke and cousins who hunted. I'm sure they were just as mystified by the golf, tea, and public television at our household.
Now I feel like I live between worlds. I have my white collar MA and a pay scale that affords a blue collar car and neighborhood. Last night I went to a party with all ex-military enlisted. Oddly, I found that I fit in. Much more than I could with the white collar women of the pilates, perfect jeans, and criticism of little league coaches.
Greg wants me to take gun lessons since I live alone. Back in my white-collar life I would totally oppose such extreme measures. Ah, the luxuries of assuming you'll always live in safe neighborhoods. Oddly, the idea is growing on me. And my partner in crime for spring break is an NRA member. Does this make me a complete collar convert?
Now I feel like I live between worlds. I have my white collar MA and a pay scale that affords a blue collar car and neighborhood. Last night I went to a party with all ex-military enlisted. Oddly, I found that I fit in. Much more than I could with the white collar women of the pilates, perfect jeans, and criticism of little league coaches.
Greg wants me to take gun lessons since I live alone. Back in my white-collar life I would totally oppose such extreme measures. Ah, the luxuries of assuming you'll always live in safe neighborhoods. Oddly, the idea is growing on me. And my partner in crime for spring break is an NRA member. Does this make me a complete collar convert?
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my sister has a little pistol, too. eek! i actually feel safer knowing she knows how to use it... and would if she had to.
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