Why Glamorous Redneck?

I’m renting a spot from Willow this week and she reviewed my blog! And while it was a pretty good review, she posed a question that I probably haven’t addressed on here. And I’ve been asked it at least once before. She wondered how I can be a redneck in Minnesota and how the cowboy stuff all comes into play. So I thought it would be a good idea to explain myself.

Glamorous-(I like this dictionary definition best of all) adj : having an air of allure, romance and excitement; "glamorous movie stars". I’d like to hope I have that. I know that my friends would vouch for an outing with me as being “exciting”. But I guess I picked this because I love all things pretty and sparkly. I love people like Marilyn Monroe and Bette Paige and pretty much any other model and/or actress from the 30’s and 40’s. Back when you could look up to movie stars (for the most part). They weren’t toothpicks and they didn’t whine about how their lives are sooooo rough.

I like the idea of getting dressed up and going to the theater. In fact, I thrive on it. Everyone can tell when I haven’t gone for a while because I get a little cranky. I need those types of atmospheres to feel human.

If I could, I would have a penthouse apartment either in Minneapolis or (my dream) NYC. But I would also be independently wealthy and have things like maids and stylists and all sorts of fun things like that.

Redneck-(I’m only taking the first definition because the second is horrible and has nothing to do with me) n. Used as a disparaging term for a member of the white rural laboring class, especially in the southern United States. OK, so I don’t live in the south. But I live in a small town. A place where things like tractor pulls and mud races are the highlight of everyone’s summer. And a place where the top story in the (weekly) newspaper is that the corn is drying up.

I guess I think of “redneck” as small town. Not just any small town, though. Because if I lived in a quaint little town in Connecticut or something, I would NOT be thinking Redneck. Then I would just be “Glamorous Glamorous” because that would be close to New York and. . .oh I can’t even think about it.

As for the cowboy stuff, I’m married to a cowboy. And as I described in this post, this area is actually pretty heavily stocked with cowboys. And I think that lifestyle would be all right too.

And finally, oxymoron n. A rhetorical figure in which incongruous or contradictory terms are combined, as in a deafening silence and a mournful optimist. That’s me. I am constantly contradicting myself. I think it’s a girls’ prerogative to do those sorts of things. Plus, it was the most creative name I could come up with (I SUCK at titling things). And it sounded really good together.

So there you have it, why I am who I am. I guess I’m not really hiding behind the name, because anyone who’s emailed me knows my name is Carrie. I just prefer to keep my kids’ and the hub’s names private because they never asked to be broadcast throughout cyberspace. But if you’re really just dying to know what my family’s names are, email me and I’ll gladly share.