While most people are posting their reflections on the Oscars (you culturally savvy people, you!), I have to admit I didn’t see much of them. Maybe 10 minutes. Maybe.
Grete and I were over at a friend’s place tonight for a more low-key small group meeting, and we turned on the Oscars. But before too long, we were distracted by one of our friend’s new guilty pleasures: CMT’s My Big Redneck Wedding.
If the Oscars are cultured, this is anything but. In less than 30 minutes, I saw a bachelor party that involved killing a wild boar and bringing it back in a cooler for mom to skin and get ready to cook at the wedding, a bride who rode to her wedding – in her dress – on the back of a lawn mower, and a veil and bridesmaid dresses made out of camouflage.
If nothing else, it’s a reminder to this guy living in Southern California that this great land we live in is DIVERSE. And, not to play into any stereotypes, but it kind of reminded me of my childhood. I grew up in East Texas. And while that ain’t my culture, I knew some folks growing up who would have loved that there wedding…