Now casting Jim Goad's fantasy of local poverty.
Over at Taki's Magazine, Jim Goad is upset that a man can't come to Nashville and find "red-and-white checkered shirts, cowboy hats, and hoop skirts."
People, this is an actual quote from this story:
East Nashville remains somewhat visually interesting because it has escaped the brute beige force of gentrification and urban renewal. Here on the mangy, flea-ridden side of town, it’s all cracked cement, overgrown weeds, barbecued-rib shops, and used-tire stores. I knew there would be poverty in Nashville — this is Tennessee, after all — but what astonished me was the utter lack of country rusticity. I wasn’t expecting Beverly Hills, but for some reason I thought the poor people would look more like Li’l Abner than Lil Jon. In short, I expected to see more hillbillies and fewer gangbangers and wiggers. But east Nashville is a place where “Music City” has a distinctly different meaning.
I could spend all day making fun of the whole article, but really, what more needs to be said? A dude went to East Nashville, somehow missed the rampant gentrification, then spent a whole article writing about how disappointed he is that the city's poor aren't stereotypical enough for him.
