Yesterday a casting director submitted the comment below on an older blog post, with a note that said: “Pay for everyone involved. Including referrals. Love to hear from you.”
I thought twice about even calling attention to the query because the premise of all of CMT’s redneck shows run contrary to the theme of this blog. They find the most bizarre people on the planet to perpetuate myths about rednecks that date back to the “yellow journalism” surrounding the Hatfields and McCoys feud.
But the storyline of “Redneck Intervention” does have something loosely in common with this blog. The main characters in the future show — people who “lost their backwoods charm because of the demands of the big city” and “traded in their camouflage gear for a suit and tie” — could be enlightened rednecks.
CMT wants to make a reality show as sensational as possible to win ratings and generate revenue, so the casting director obviously is in search of former rednecks who now look down their noses at family. (Think of Reese Witherspoon’s character in the early stages of the movie “Sweet Home Alabama.”) But big-city life certainly has enlightened this redneck.
The difference is that I am not embarrassed of my redneck roots. I cherish and embrace them. They make me who I am, whether I live in small-town West Virginia (24 years) or urban Northern Virginia (21 years now). And I am a better person because I am both “redneck” and “enlightened” in the good sense of both words.
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