Driving through Arkansas along I-40 in 2002 it was kind of beautiful seeing so many stereotypes come to life before your very eyes. Spent one night in Little Rock but that didn't help much on this quiz.
What did you mean by "kind of beautiful seeing so many stereotypes come to life"? Please forgive me if I'm assuming incorrectly, but it seemed that you were disparaging the state. Arkansas is a beautiful state. My husband's family lives there and I went to college there. It has its share of idiots like every other state, but it also has it share of intelligent, kind people like every other state. We attended a wedding near Hot Springs in November, and we met the most wonderful, welcoming people there, and the outdoor setting for the wedding was breathtakingly beautiful. It's sad that you could not see the good things on your drive through.
I lived in Arkansas for a year+ in the mid-90s. To be sure, it was a mixed bag.
No 911 (emergency phone number) was surprising. Ten generations of cars, in varying stages of decay, in the yard was not.
Some very beautiful vistas and the insanely delicious fried catfish was surprising. Kindly neighbors and a generally politeness was not.
A still-simmering racial tension that existed beneath outward appearances in some quarters was sort of surprising. The genuine love & friendship without any regard for race, nationality or background among those who were my friends was not.
I was identified as a "Yankee" (a northerner) by those I did business wtih, which was disappointing and a little eye-roll-worthy. But instead of responding with scorn, I didn't take myself too seriously, and just rolled with it. Then I was accepted as a "good Yankee", which was fine by me.
The whole "Yankee" thing is funny. I live in Florida and my dad and his whole family is originally from Connecticut. Growing up my dad was always called a Yankee, when I went to college at UCF I met many people who thought I was a Southerner just cause I was from the Northern part of the state. It's all stupid and people like boxing people into stereotypes.
No 911 (emergency phone number) was surprising. Ten generations of cars, in varying stages of decay, in the yard was not.
Some very beautiful vistas and the insanely delicious fried catfish was surprising. Kindly neighbors and a generally politeness was not.
A still-simmering racial tension that existed beneath outward appearances in some quarters was sort of surprising. The genuine love & friendship without any regard for race, nationality or background among those who were my friends was not.
I was identified as a "Yankee" (a northerner) by those I did business wtih, which was disappointing and a little eye-roll-worthy. But instead of responding with scorn, I didn't take myself too seriously, and just rolled with it. Then I was accepted as a "good Yankee", which was fine by me.
And best of all, it helped me ace this quiz!! ;-)