All right, that’s it. No more. I’m fed up clear to the top of my hunter’s orange toboggan hat. The very idea that north Louisiana culture is apparently being assessed nationwide — and maybe even worldwide — by the likes of so-called reality shows including “My Big Redneck Family,” “Girls Gone Bayou,” “Redneck Island” and, of course, “Duck Dynasty,” irks me.
Parents tell me their daughter is intelligent and did well in school up until the seventh grade, at which time she stopped doing the required work and her grades, consequently, went down the proverbial tube.
My response: “Who cares?”
Parents tell me their 8-year-old son still has four or five “accidents” per week in his clothing. The child’s pediatrician has determined that there is no physical problem (in which case, these stinky events are more accurately called “on purposes” or “lazies”).