complaining

Blah, I am so tired of all these people from small towns who can't stand cities. Seriously, most people live in cities, and if you want to know anything about people (such as one guy I know who thinks he knows how to design a utopia--but thinks Ithaca is big), you have to at least have the experience of living in a city. I had met people like this before, that were in the ag school, when I was an undergrad. They can be nice, but I don't understand them. They say "crick" and other things I thought were just jokes--stereotypes. Oh, no. They really say "tomaters" and "cullivate" for "cultivate". It makes me feel like a foreigner.

And why do they have such awful taste in music? Everything here is bluegrass. Maybe I would like bluegrass, too, if I was born in the 1800s. But now we have access to a wide variety, ranging from rock to hip-hop to classical, etc... 

I've changed my taste in foods drastically (only seven years ago I was on a cheese/potato/popcorn/chickpeas diet--really disgusting now--cheese!?), can I change my taste in music? I don't know... I've been trying for years to like seaweed, and it still makes me gag. Maybe bluegrass and country are like seaweed. I'll be out of here years before I can shift my preferences that much. It all probably has to do with the field I'm in, agriculture, more than Ithaca itself. The people who really don't like cities don't live in Ithaca at all. They live outside of Ithaca. Seriously. Ithaca, the size of a neighborhood called Dinkytown in Mpls, is much too big for them. I thought the first person who told me this was joking.

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But then I biked home, the sun was beautiful, there were all those cute little shops, and heaps of interesting-looking people I had never ever seen before. Diversity and possibility. That made me feel better.