I am watching a show on CMT, called Twenty Greatest Country Comedy Shows while making some crunchy-granola vegetarian blue-state chick pea dish. Why? Because John Schneider is hosting it, that’s why: do you need me to spell it out? (But funny, because I was more of a Tom Wopat fan.) I realized I had been weened on nearly all the shows featured.
But one stood out. Hee Haw.
I loved Hee Haw. It was so much fun. My family watched it together. It is the epitome of what Unitarian Universalists aren’t, if we believe our own crepe-hanging. We’re Prairie Home Companion people, right? I don’t believe it (and don’t like Prairie Home Companion, though my family used to listen to that, too.)
I think some of us Hee Haw people heave learned we needn’t talk about the little homespun parts of our backgrounds, and this skews what we think we are. Swap black-eyes for chick peas. One reason someone converts to a new religion — and we’re certainly a convert-intensive — is that there’s an opportunity to improve one’s social standing. Maybe not the only reason, but common enough, or at least a collateral benefit. “Upward and onward forever and ever” indeed!
That can’t be good for our internal sense of being. A cure is disowning the “benefit” by owning your past. So, dear ones, of you like here’s your chance to make yourself known.