You might be a redneck if it's easier to spray weed killer on your lawn than mow it.
You might be a redneck if your dogs name is Miller Light
You might be a redneck if your pocketknife has ever been referred to as Exhibit A.
If your wife's hairdo has ever been ruined by a ceiling fan, you might be a redneck.
If you're afraid they might discover your redneck past, there are a hundred ways to cover your redneck past.
You might be a redneck if you've ever stood in line to get your picture taken with a freak of nature.
You might be a redneck if you've ever hauled a can of paint to the top of a water tower to defend your sister's honor.
You might be a redneck if your grandmother has ever been asked to leave a bingo game because of her language.
If you ahve ever unloaded your pickup by backing up really fast and slamming on the brakes, you might be a redneck.
I never experienced much outright anti-Semitism. While we learned about the Holocaust - endlessly, it felt like - no spray-painted swastika ever appeared on my childhood landscape. Jewish persecution was an ever-looming reality, but always an abstract one.
You might be a redneck if you've ever worn a dress that is strapless with a bra that isn't.
If you've ever made change in the offering plate, you might be a redneck.
You might be a redneck if you've ever stolen toilet paper from a public restroom.
You might be a redneck if you've ever stared at a can of orange juice because it said concentrate.
I might be living in a cardboard box under a freeway overpass, homeless, but I won't be silenced.
Talk about your negative experiences with the father, with your girlfriends. Not with your children. And bite your tongue when it comes to diminishing, denying, dismissing, name-calling.