Officially heterolicaucasianaly privileged?? (i.e. my degree at work follows this ridiculously PC'ized blog post title)

Tonight. I went to a rodeo. There were lots of cowboy boots and cowboy hats and the arena even had that poop smell. It was The Official Rodeo, and I was surrounded by Official White Heteronormative Redneckery (it kind of hurts me a little bit to capitalize that). Let me explain.

For fifteen dollars, I agreed to sit amongst white people who enjoy cracking jokes about the and making judgment calls about the people that don't normally go to The Rodeo.

While I did enjoy the overtly Christian prayer to Jesus about the safety of the cowboys and girls and the overly glorified shrine to the American flag at the beginning of The Rodeo, the jokes cracked during The Rodeo by the announcer (who, p.s., had a huge-ass mustache) and the jokes by the belligerent clownage were IQ destroying. The killer of the night for me, and the point at which I became quite ready to depart the arena, was when The Head Belligerent Clown cracked a Brokeback Mountain joke, and I was the only person within earshot of the Clown (and probably in all of Forsyth County, for that matter) that did not laugh...including my family.

That's too bad, also. Because I really could get into that whole dirt, boots and flannel thing, I'm just sayin'. *shoulder shrug*