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on yaoi country music.
Now, I live in Texas (actually, a little backstory first: I am a student at NYU, and I'm from Texas. So during summer and winter breaks I live in Texas, and during the school year I live in New York City). I'm from Dallas, which is a little bit more on the Yankee side of this state - most of the Dallasites are actually northern transplants, like my parents. I am, however, like most asshole Texans, pretty proud of the fact that I'm from Texas until we do something really stupid (Tony Romo, I'm looking at you. Cry, bitch.)
There are several things I like about Dallas - air conditioning, which my dorm in New York didn't have, my knitting group, the art museums and the Dallas Symphony and the opera and the zoos. There are things I hate about Dallas, as well - the "Dallas Women", a collective of rich, blonde and plastic soccer moms, driving everywhere because nothing is within walking distance, the heat and humidity and, of course, the Dallas Cowboys who can't manage to advance to a goddamn superbowl when they are SO. FUCKING. CLOSE.
There is one thing I hate above most. Something that, upon hearing it, causes my skin to crawl and my colon to clench.
Country music.
I admit, Dallas isn't the center of country music - I have been to both Nashville and Memphis, and Dallas doesn't even begin to compare - but as a conservative city located in the south, it appears that we are required by unofficial state law to listen to country music. You get bonus points if you do it while cruising in your gas-guzzling pickup with gun rack strapped to the back and a "Get-R-Done" bumper sticker.
In highschool, I was surrounded by country music. My church choir once sang "Walkin' to Memphis" despite its utter lack of relevance to a church choir, and we even payed our respects to Loretta Lynn while en route to Tennessee. Suffice to say, I am up to my ass in country music, and I'm not real fond of it.
Which is why I've just filled up my iPod with country music in preparation for moving back to New York. I've found it is possibly the most perfect music to get revenge on loud floormates who insist on playing their music at 2:00 AM in the morning (I am looking at you, 1504!) Because I am a Texan, and I know my annoying country music. Loud music players, resistance is futile, for I have the knowledge of Toby Keith and none shall stop me.