…think their teeth and clothing and houses and tastes define their worth, which is more than my own. With every accomplishment in my life, I revealed that no one can pin me down or beat me out through self-righteous sneering alone. Yes, poor white trash can have a perfect GPA. Yes, poor white trash can write well. Yes, poor white trash can create style out of thrift store throwaways that is inspired and beautiful. Yes, poor white trash can have great taste in art. Yes, poor white trash can achieve and lead and be great.
I am mildly obsessed with one Kristen Chenowith at the moment for this very reason: she’s a girl from back home who has accomplished great things, without losing that little country girl, Okie, proud of mama and daddy, happier at the Sonic than at any 4-Star NYC Famous Chef-Owned Fine Dining Establishment.
Plus, those pipes!
It always amazes me when someone who seemed like a reasonable, salt of the earth, genuinely good person stumbles upon a path to the other side, for any reason at all — how quickly they forget where they came from and everything related to that place.