I'm finally back from my hometown. Where rednecks and guns roam free. I was called a "bleeding-heart liberal," had to sit through my boyfriends whole family criticize "those weirdos with huge earrings" (I have 2 gauge earrings, thank you very much, and they didn't even notice), I shook my head in disbelief at my sisters desire for a huge truck with "swampers" (I don't even know what that means) and pink flames, was appalled that my other sister allowed her husband to hang a deer he shot in their garage and finally froze my skinny ass off.
The difference is that this time I raised my hand an identified my self when my mom started saying "those bleeding heart liberals" and then defended my position. I told my sister "have fun paying for gas in your truck when it is $10 a gallon". I can't take all of them on all at once.