Recently leaked internal statistics from the New York Times show that the paper is nearly equally accused of both liberal and conservative bias in reader complaints.
Steph-
Let me start by saying that I THINK I understand the essence of your post and can get past the hyperbole and what not. I just want the record to reflect that Childers has NEVER claimed to be hip. Childers doesn't even actively use the word hip in his vocabulary. In fact, outside of speaking about himself in the third-person right now, Childers has probably done very few hip things in his entire life.
However...I must defend the honor of my home town of Madera. I would refer to it as "Madtown," but I would do so at the risk of being called hip again. Madera is at least twice as hip as, say, Selma. Three times as hip as Fowler. Definitely four times hipper than Shafter and Wasco put together. So...if I am indeed as "hip as Madera can muster," well, I'll be proudly trumpeting that distinction to all of my close buddies down at the Elks Lodge during tonight's Happy Hour, right before I head out to cruise Yosemite Avenue.
In conclusion, thanks to all who have supported Get Out and, especially, those who have helped to further my quest to use my hipness to put myself and Madera on the cutting edge of the new world order. And - remember - we have a motto in Madera:
"At least we aren't the Ranchos."
Steph, Steph, Steph
Steph-
Let me start by saying that I THINK I understand the essence of your post and can get past the hyperbole and what not. I just want the record to reflect that Childers has NEVER claimed to be hip. Childers doesn't even actively use the word hip in his vocabulary. In fact, outside of speaking about himself in the third-person right now, Childers has probably done very few hip things in his entire life.
However...I must defend the honor of my home town of Madera. I would refer to it as "Madtown," but I would do so at the risk of being called hip again. Madera is at least twice as hip as, say, Selma. Three times as hip as Fowler. Definitely four times hipper than Shafter and Wasco put together. So...if I am indeed as "hip as Madera can muster," well, I'll be proudly trumpeting that distinction to all of my close buddies down at the Elks Lodge during tonight's Happy Hour, right before I head out to cruise Yosemite Avenue.
In conclusion, thanks to all who have supported Get Out and, especially, those who have helped to further my quest to use my hipness to put myself and Madera on the cutting edge of the new world order. And - remember - we have a motto in Madera:
"At least we aren't the Ranchos."