Is it weird that even though I grew up in a land relatively chocked full of them (Florida) and have since moved to a land relatively free of them (Portland, Oregon), my hatred of them has only increased with my own advancing age? By "them," of course, I refer to that class of society, the bane of all right-thinking persons: rednecks. A.k.a. morons, dirteaters, yokels, waterheads, meshbacks, etc. Oregon has them, every town/state/country has them, but living in that part of the world I do (southeast Portland), I'm able to avoid them with near totality in my private life. It's primarily in my professional life that I'm thrust into contact with them. I work for a large company in downtown Portland, and I would estimate that between 60 - 70% of my coworkers (let's call them clerical/office workers) come from the suburbs, and some from as far away as Salem, Sandy or Battle Ground, WA. These people inhabit a world so completely divorced from my own, with tracks of thought and philosophies so often at direct odds with my own, I am surprised that I am surprised by the things they say (thence the things they presumably think). There is a certain point beyond which quaintness or mere 'folk' sensibility passes into the realm of willing and often malicious ignorance and myopia.
But at the end of the day, nobody likes to be pigeon-holed (I certainly don't); and most of what I've just written suffers from the same things I'm attacking: subjectivity and irrational bias. Let's just agree to disagree: I'll say Tomato, and you say whatever it is you're going to say...just say it to someone else.