Knoxville

You know, I came to Knoxville with a lot of preconceptions, those same set of stereotypes that we all have about the South. A cloistered world view. Bible-thumping conservatism. Old women with horrible hairdos.

And then I got here. And I found out: you know what? It's all true. Every last bit of it.

My first experience in Knoxville was waiting for a bad cheeseburger in a Ruby Tuesday and having the television set on a bass fishing channel. It only went downhill from there. It was woman after woman with those weird peroxide fe-mullets with the hair short on the sides, or weird tumor-esque bundles of hair in the front. It was two separate channels on the radio playing conservative shock-jocks with either evangelists or country music in between. For a moment I thought I had finally found a decent station when I realized it was Christian rock. Sigh.

On the plus side, I do get to work next door to a nuclear reactor.