Well, to drag this back to the OP – I wouldn’t say she was freaked out, really. Nor clueless or ignorant or hypocritical. She was sent to do a fluff piece on a fair. She wrote her observations, one of which was to be somewhat startled by the realization that people were eating hamburgers while looking at cows. It seemed kind of odd to her and a little creepy. Well, ok. Then she got over it – the next day she was eating a steak sandwich. Weren’t you ever marginally creeped out by some little thing? And you brooded about it a minute and then moved on? Same thing, and no big deal.
And, as has been said, there are farms in California. Lots of them. I’m from California and I spent my teenage years on a farm. California is a large state and it’s full of all different kinds of people.
HA! She couldn’t handle the Minnesota State Fair! Three fried cheese curds and a taste of the hotdish competition and she’d be bolting for the portajohnnies, ya betcha…
Of course, if those Californians wise up and elect a Arnie like they should, we’ll be a snidgeon more inclined to accept them. He is still a movie star, though.
Damned democrats, causin all that ruckus over slavery and such.
You realize the more important question: “Was she blonde?”
deb - the natural blonde California native, whose ancestors came to California before it was part of the U.S. so she has all her bases covered - 2world
I don’t know, but when my sister and I asked a guy running a convenience store in Missouri where the nearest espresso stand was located, he replied, “a wHUUuuut”???
I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area, went to school in Berkeley, and was indoctrinated in the cult of San Francisco. Never call it “Frisco”, its the (capital C) City. I now live in Los Angeles, and am so sick of the pomposity of the Bay Area (L.A.!? How could you ever live there?! The traffic, the smog, the crime, it’s so fake!), that I have reverted to calling it Frisco. That’s right Yosemitebabe, I said Frisco!! Frisco, Frisco, Frisco!! (If Herb Caen were still alive, I might have second thoughts, but he’s not.)
Yo’babe is not the only one who’s going to have to hurt you now, and I too am a City to L.A. transplant. Except I cannot WAIT to be able to afford to live in the City again.
Also, that stuff with the bubbles but no alcohol in it IS pop, thank you very much.
I’m sad to say that I’m a pompous City dweller that has, indeed, said those very things about L.A. Please refute them with cites so that I may be better educated.
My great great grandfather showed up in Frisco in 1848 (slightly ahead of the curve, heh) as a joiner’s apprentice. His granddaughter, my grandmother, would bristle at the sound of “Frisco,” but I think that was probably an embarrassed reaction by her and others to the Barbary Coast and all the fun and decadent things about San Francisco history that reflected poorly on it being the Paris of the West (having forgot about Montmartre, I guess). However, the raucous Frisco-ness of all that appealed to Sam Clemens, Ambrose Bierce, et al, so it can’t be all bad.
Still, around my 83-year-old mother, I will only call it the City to accommodate her sensibilities. But still, aint nothing wrong with calling it Frisco, sez I. Besides, Herb Caen was a Sacramento boy.
(The added insult of “Frisco” just really did it.)
