A few weeks ago, Hillary wrote about the website, peopleofwalmart. At the time I refrained from commenting because, well, I felt bad. I
grew up in small towns around Missouri where Wal-Mart was the primary source
of…everything. And while the people of Wal-Mart were fair enough fodder for my
friends and I, I didn’t want the
coastal elite mocking “my people”, such as they were.
That’s how I imagined the website’s audience; sheltered east coast jerks who thought the heartland was a group of throwaway
flyover states (forget the fact that even my Midwestern friends assured me that
the website was enjoyable and ridiculous).
Last night changed my mind. I’m currently in Missouri
visiting my family, and took a quick jaunt with my mom to, you guessed it,
Wal-Mart. As we waited in the checkout line, I started thinking about the
website, mentally shaking my head at those who would so cruelly mock the poor,
the obese and the fashionably ridiculous. Then, I casually glanced to the
right, and did a double-take when I saw a man covered in dirt and mud.
Top to bottom.