The Indianapolis Star has a Californian intern that they have shipped off to play at the Indiana state fair.
From reading what she’s written thus far, I wonder if she forgot to get in line when the Clue Fairy was handing out basic kits.
She was actually freaked out at the idea of eating meat in proximity to the animals that the meat comes from ? What’s up with that? I mean, who is so utterly ignorant at her age as to not realize that meat comes from dead animals? :smack:
Do other Californians get real and get over it or is this level of cluelessness and hypocrisy typical of California?
Now it’s just simple over sentimentality and projecting human reactions onto the animal. Nearly everyone does that.
Wouldn’t you be worried if I was eating a human burger sitting next to you? Even if you didn’t feel threatened that I might eat you next, it would be unnerving would it not.
The intern has simply projected those feelings onto the animal.
Myself, I love to eat Duck l’Orange next to the river as I watch the ducks swim past, and I cannot watch Babe without a bacon sandwich in my hand. But some people are just different.
Yes. All Californians are like that. Exactly like that. It’s a state populated by 30 million clones. Exactly like that girl. A fairly boring and hypocritical place.
Plus there are no farms. Only beaches and movie studios. And clueless hippies.
Seems like the type of Californian who wants to move from the city and experience a more rural lifestyle, but then gets all up in arms about the flies from the dairies and the crop dusters and all. Makes farming really hard around here. The commuters are squeezing the farmers out in many of our rural towns.
I woke up to a crop duster over our cotton field this morning. My morning commute traffic is mostly tractors. No, we’re not all like that! (But you knew that)
Sure looks like she’s been given a fluff assignment to me. What were you expecting her to do with it. She’s been sent off to sample the pretty standard fair fare. She didn’t express any ignorance about where meat comes from. She expressed some ooginess about looking at an animal for entertainment while tearing off bits of its flesh with her teeth. Then she got over it (faster than she’ll get over the fried twinkie, I bet.)
Seems like a reasonably, normal, bright college student type to me.
Californians are not all like that. Most of us would never to go the so-called “mid-West”. Word is that you can’t even get a decent tofu wrap. Savages.
The way I understand it, there’s nothing between Las Vegas and NYC but a bunch of guys in overalls with straw in their hair, standing around holding pitchforks.
Have you actually seen these so-called people? Is it true they preface every sentence by opening their eyes real wide and saying “Well, gollllll-LEE!”?
Of course all Californians are like that. I’m suprised her silicone didn’t have a reaction to the meat. She also better hop into her pink convertable and high tail it to a tanning salon before she begins to fade.
I was helping my Californian brother drive a truck from California to North Carolina and on the way I expounded on my idea that the strangeness of Californians was probably caused by something very strange in the California soil which was concentrated by avocado trees. Then it gets into the California people because they are required to eat avocados two or three times a day. When we got to my house in North Carolina, the first thing we did was check the fridge for beer. My brother got to the fridge first and found an avocado. He then offered it to me and said: "Come over to the dark side."
Typical Californian? No. Typical ignorant-of-all-outside-of-city-limits city chick? Yeah.
I still remember the voice of the classmate the day after my 12th birthday: “You had to do CHORES on your birthday?!?!” Um. Well. Yeah. Who else is going to do them? And I grew up in farm country.
If I correctly remember the last stats I read, less than 2% of the American population is actively involved in “farming” (as opposed to agriculture/agribusiness, which makes up a much larger percentage of our economy). Just like anything else, one doesn’t realize how much goes into the end product unless one has actively been involved in the project. All you waiters/waitresses out there - compare your dining experiences against your non-industry co-diners. See what I mean? Well, no, you probably don’t, but I swear when I started typing that sentence I thought I could make a point…
Anyhow.
The fact that the correspondent wussed out after four snacks either means that she’s a lightweight or that she didn’t spend nearly enough hours at the fair. State fairs take training! And energy! And pacing! You can’t just show up one day and think you know what you’re doing - it takes practice!
I wonder if the paper will have her do the color commentary for Arnie’s campaign? Would be fun reading how she will explain California politics to Hoosiers.
Dude! Helloooo? Like forth biggest economy in the world? Or fifth or something. Whatever. Like, our governor is going to be big! I mean totally big. Like top ten in the box office big.
You are nothing. You think that girl is like representat… representir… representuti… whatever. Like she’s totally not like the rest of us, ok? Don’t hate dude. Like, just get over yourself. Envy is like, soooo unattractive.
? What’s up with that? I mean, who is so utterly ignorant at her age as to not realize that meat comes from dead animals? :smack:
