Comments on: Just a Small Town Girl

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[...] up, I complained ad nauseam about living in such a small town. The local Wal-Mart and bowling alley were about all we had going for us on the weekends (for once, [...]

By: Jen

Jen — Thu, 07 May 2009 19:52:08 +0000

I grew up in the suburbs of Milwaukee. (yes Milwaukee is big enough to have suburbs.) Unlike a previous commented, Milwaukee is NOT the armpit of the midwest, unless armpits boast many world class facilities and the world’s largest music festival. My suburb has about 18000 people and everyone knows everyone. We just got a Target and a Panera so that’s the big deal around us.

By: Jane Goody

Jane Goody — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 11:26:47 +0000

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By: Kate

Kate — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 16:18:14 +0000

I agree with you just about 100%. I went to the same high school as my mom, and she still lives in that town. Everytime I go home I wonder if I’m “safe” going to the local grocery store…or where ever else.

Oh, and that question to the pharmacist? I’VE BEEN THERE. Total embarrassment. I feel your pain.

By: Jen

Jen — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 21:33:32 +0000

Another small town girl here. I will stop in at the drugstore in my hometown to pick something up and the cashier will peer over her glasses at me and ask, “Are you a (insert last name here)?” I’m one of nine kids, and it seems like everyone here either taught/was friends with/busted/dated one of my sisters or brothers at one time or another.

But you’ve got me beat because there are NO Sonics here! The commercials are on TV and taunt me with their delicious drinks and ice cream treats, but there is nary a Sonic to be found!

By: rosalicious

rosalicious — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 20:27:30 +0000

I’m from Charlottesville VA, which is not that small (and is a very awesome town!). My parents are both from really small towns in VA though, and yes – all our special dinners with their families are always at Red Lobster!

My boyfriend is from Kentucky (um, his brother went to Univ of Tenn too!) and I am from VA and so out here we get all the same kinds of comments from people who think we’re from nowhere podunk. I also used to live in Boone, NC. So yeah, what does that name conjure up?

By: Kristin

Kristin — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 18:03:36 +0000

I can relate! I wonder why You don’t know how many times we are asked if Matt is going to practice in T-town. And I never thought about the pharmacist thing before, but that can be very bad.

Funny story about people who don’t know what TN is like: In a golf tournament during high school, I played with a girl from Michigan. She asked me 1) if we wore shoes, 2) if we married our cousins, 3) if I knew how to square dance. I couldn’t believe it! She was completely flabbergasted when I told her that we had cable and the internet and running water!

By: ali

ali — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 16:52:08 +0000

i grew up in atlanta, chicago and milwaukee. not really all that small town, unless you count milwaukee, because it’s kind of the armpit of the midwest….

i loved this post!!!

By: Kristabella

Kristabella — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 15:33:22 +0000

I grew up in a suburb of Chicago. My town had about 35,000 people, but we had five of these suburbs feed into my high school, which means my graduating class was closer to the size of Slynnro’s WHOLE TOWN. We even had two campuses, one for freshman and sophmores, the other for juniors and seniors.

I understand what you mean about people who don’t understand why you want to travel and live places. I moved away from home when I was 17 and lived in AZ and CA for the next 10 years. And everytime I came home, they wanted to know when I was moving back. I moved back in 2005, but only because I moved back to Chicago and not a small town or, GASP!, the suburbs!

By: Magnifique

Magnifique — Fri, 21 Nov 2008 13:19:44 +0000

My parents live in a town of approximately 900 people in Northern Florida. When you get a speeding ticket there, the only way to pay it is via post office-issued money orders (I guess to add an extra layer of inconvenience and humiliation to punish you for speeding.) The last time my Dad got a ticket, the post office lady eyed him over the top of her glasses and said “So, you’ve been speeding again Mr. John?” She practically tisk-tisked him!