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In spite of my slovenly, thoughtless ways, I'm quite the fan of advice columns and columnists. All but one. Salon's Cary Tennis. The man will give a meandering essay answer to a true-or-false question, and I've never found his non sequitur approach to advice-giving to be an effective one. Usually he just annoys me. Today he angered me.
Long story short - woman in the Northeast was laid off, has a job offer in the Bible Belt, is terrified her precious, nature-loving, Darwin reading (yeah, right) 12-year-old will be kicked in the face on a daily basis by Southern ignorami. What oh what should she do?
To be fair to Mr. Tennis, he does ask her to understand why she keeps repeating a pattern of job loss. I agree with that bit. But he never provides the bit of advice I'm sure you're all anticipating: get over yourself, lady.
I'm so sorry we don't have museums, theaters, parks, scientists, art, a rich literary history, and some of the most prestigious universities in the country down here in this godforsaken retard hellhole. And Tennis - the nerve of this guy - actually tells her, "In a new area, one often has to pay for things one found for free before," in regards to the outdoors
. What is he talking
We know Atlanta isn't New York. We know Nashville isn't Boston. But to not tell this lady (who is clearly a special kind of liberal crazy I find offensive) to get over her bigotry is just bad advice.